Indian Bella
(Prologue Posted) Based in 1967
Bella is a Half Native American living on the rez with her father and younger sister. Edward is the middle class small town Attorney's son. When he visits First Beach with his friends one day; his life changes.
Chapter One
The moment I saw her; I knew I would never be able to take my eyes off of her, again. Her features were slightly lighter than her other companions; her hair and eyes were a deep, dark brown instead of the piercing black of the others. Her skin was slightly less russet and more of a golden brown. She was blushing and her cheeks reminded me of a maraschino cherry dipped in a thin layer of milk chocolate. Her hair was being held In two pony tail holders at the base of her neck, the left side was thicker and combed perfectly, the right side was thinner and slightly off balance and un-even compared to the left. It looked like she started off very carefully but then either became distracted. I loathed the person responsible for distracting my lovely brown eyed beauty from her morning ritual. Her eyes really were truly lovely. If her skin was milk chocolate, her eyes were semi-sweet dark with molasses. They weren't shallow and flat like most dark coloured eyes; they were bottomless and I felt as if she were staring into the very depths of my soul. I normally was a very private person, but I found myself actually wanting her to see the real me.
Her eyes broke away from mine and stared down at her flip flops. Her toes were exquisite but the perfect natural beauty of them was interrupted by the chipping sparkly pink nail polish smeared over her toe nails in big glops. Looking further up her body, I noticed the old rips in her paints, mended with a needle and thread, rather than using sewing machine. Where the holes couldn't be fixed by themselves, there were patches of fabric sewn over them, the fabric looked like it came from a little boy's old, worn out, pair of pajamas. Her sweater wasn't much better, it was a beautiful forest green but it looked like it was knitted by a child, tight and clingy in some places and, unfortunately, loose and frumpy in most of the places where I desperately wanted to see and touch without clothes, in the future. Over all; she looked like she was dressed by a young child.
She was beautiful.
A/N
I have no Idea if I want to continue this. Review and tell me if it's worth the time.