Author's Note: This was an assignment for our writing class where we had to observe someone and write exactly what they were doing. Instead of actually observing someone, we decided to have fun and pretend we were watching Sora.
Chapter 2 is part B of the assignment where you had to get inside the character's head.
Disclaimer: Characters belong to Square
He's sitting on the grass, cross-legged, head in his hands. He's short, but long-limped, his gangly legs poking out, his long fingers slowly tapping on his cheeks. The boy's youthful face is slightly tanned, like he's often out in the sun, and clear of and blemishes like you'd often see on someone around 14 years old.
The boy has secluded himself away from the school in a small area shielded with trees just off the football field. The sunlight dappling through the breaks in the leaves sometimes catches his hair, turning the messy brown strands more a dark blonde.
He sighs and closes his dark blue eyes, revealing how thickly lined they are with lashes. Again, he sighs wracking his skinny body with the movement, sinking his chest deeper. He takes his head out of his hands, his cherub-plump cheeks streaked with red from the constant finger tapping. He clutches his necklace, a silver crown, and plays with it. Besides the necklace, he is dressed only in a royal blue tank top, and black cargo pants.
His eyes open, become huge, as he stares slightly upward. His eyes are glazed over and he appears oblivious to everything but his own thoughts, even me sitting just meters away.
His brows furrow deeply and he begins to pluck the grass, clumps at a time. He stands, grabs his hair, opens his mouth, then quickly closes it. He slumps against a tree, his lithe body folding beneath him as he slowly slides down it, and sits at the bottom, collapsed like a ragdoll.
Another boy walks over to the first. This boy is taller, of a muscular build with long silver hair and expressionless face. He puts his large hands on his hips, and looks at the smaller boy, who does not look up. The larger boy begins to laugh, a huge smile cracking his stern expression. The first boy looks up, gaping pop-eyed, and leaps up. His face flushes completely red and he gives a sheepish grin. The taller boy puts his hand on the others shoulder as they greet one another with smiles.
The silver-haired boy narrows his eyes, still grinning, and asks his friend what he was doing zoning off like that. The smaller boy looks down, mumbles something, clears his throat, then looks off, digging his hands in his pockets.
The older-looking boy furrows his brow, then tugs on his friend's arm, saying they had to get going. He begins to walk away. The first boy stands still for a moment before running after his friend. His brows relax, and a small smile creeps across his face.
