AUTHOR' NOTE: This is my first attempt at fan-fiction, so pretty please,
please, PLEASE review (but also be kind!) If you would like your character
in my story, I'll be glad to add you in if you leave the name and a short
description!
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Mouse
Jack was hawking the morning papes when a bright flash suddenly hit his chest, knocking the wind out of him, and causing him to drop the papes he was holding. His natural reflex was to grab whatever hit him. As things began to focus, he found himself looking into a pair of bright green eyes, the color of the hills of Ireland. The bright flash he'd seen was her long, curly hair, the color of copper, which had been streaming behind her as she ran. The girl was wearing a worn green calico dress that was a little too short for her, because it barely brushed the tops of her boots, yet it managed to bring out the brilliance of her eyes, eyes which drew Jack in, and at the same time which he found seemed strangely haunted. The girl flushed , and avoiding Jack's eyes, dropped to the ground, collecting the papers, and muttering her apologies for running into him. The girl seemed so flustered that Jack grasped her hands that were busy gathering the papers, and forced her to look up at him. Smiling his most winning smile, he said to her, "Don' worry 'bout it." A grin spread slowly across her face. As Jack looked down at the hands he held in his own, he saw they were extremely calloused, and covered with little cuts. When the girl saw him looking at her hands, she flushed again, and quickly drew them away, hiding them in the folds of her skirt. "What's your name?" Jack asked her. As the girl opened her mouth to reply, the whistle of a nearby factory blew, signaling the start of its work day. All color drained from her face and she let out a small squeak. "Oh no! I'll be late again!" She cried, as she quickly turned and ran away toward the doors of the factory. The next thing Jack knew, he saw the bright flash of her long hair disappear through the doors.
Jack was hawking the morning papes when a bright flash suddenly hit his chest, knocking the wind out of him, and causing him to drop the papes he was holding. His natural reflex was to grab whatever hit him. As things began to focus, he found himself looking into a pair of bright green eyes, the color of the hills of Ireland. The bright flash he'd seen was her long, curly hair, the color of copper, which had been streaming behind her as she ran. The girl was wearing a worn green calico dress that was a little too short for her, because it barely brushed the tops of her boots, yet it managed to bring out the brilliance of her eyes, eyes which drew Jack in, and at the same time which he found seemed strangely haunted. The girl flushed , and avoiding Jack's eyes, dropped to the ground, collecting the papers, and muttering her apologies for running into him. The girl seemed so flustered that Jack grasped her hands that were busy gathering the papers, and forced her to look up at him. Smiling his most winning smile, he said to her, "Don' worry 'bout it." A grin spread slowly across her face. As Jack looked down at the hands he held in his own, he saw they were extremely calloused, and covered with little cuts. When the girl saw him looking at her hands, she flushed again, and quickly drew them away, hiding them in the folds of her skirt. "What's your name?" Jack asked her. As the girl opened her mouth to reply, the whistle of a nearby factory blew, signaling the start of its work day. All color drained from her face and she let out a small squeak. "Oh no! I'll be late again!" She cried, as she quickly turned and ran away toward the doors of the factory. The next thing Jack knew, he saw the bright flash of her long hair disappear through the doors.