First attempt at tragedy, YAY!
(I-am-A-line-hear-me-talk-about-what-I-am)
It was August 4th at 12:30 in the afternoon. The horrible rays of the sun were shining on me as Sebastian and I sat on the swings at the park.
"Ya know...," he started "I kind of hate the summer."
I looked at him.
"Well that's a bold thing for you to say." I told him, my same emotionless façade.
"Yeah...I guess."
I looked at the cat on his lap. Black. That was the color that was making me feel uneasy. Like...something bad was going to happen to the both of us.
The cat jumped off of his lap and ran across the street. And Sebastian was foolish enough to run after it. So foolish.
I looked at the sign at the cross walk.
"SEBASTIAN!" I yelled when I saw the red hand that ment that any person trying to walk should stop.
Sebastian turned, only to see a truck coming toward him. He was paralyzed with fear. He screamed...but the driver must not have heard him, because it was too late.
He ended up getting hit. His blood mixed with his scent, and it was choking me.
I tried holding back my tears as I walked towards him, but the warm liquid started to fall down my cheeks.
"Ya know, what you see is exactly what you're gonna get." I looked up to see a blond boy with blue eyes smirking at me.
He was wearing a purple frock jacket with a green vest and white dress shirt under it. He also had on a pair of short-shorts and a pair of brow (knee-length) high heeled boots.
His voice and the sound of a cricket was all I heard, before I blacked out.
(I-am-A-line-hear-me-talk-about-what-I-am)
This will be told through Claude's P.O.V until the end of the story, got it? Good.