I decided to start a new story. I used the name Akari in my first story because I didn't like the name Angela. Because this is a totally different story, I will use the name Angela instead of Akari. But seriously, you people do not know how many times I typed Akari instead of Angela. I have to get used to typing that name.
Angela looked outside the window. 'Why am I inside when I could be outside? It's such a beautiful fall day too,' she thought to herself.
"Angela, are you listening?"
"What?" She turned around away from the window and looked at the boy next to her.
He sighed. "I guess I'll have to explain it again, so the idea stays in your head. First of all, this is a-" Angela looked back out the window absentmindedly. "Angela!"
"Huh?"
"That's it, I give up! You can be so hopeless sometimes," he said, standing up.
"Gill, give her another chance," said Elli, "She just wants to go outside. You can't expect her to stay inside all day listening to another one of your lectures."
"Elli, are you saying I'm boring?"
"Well, no, I-"
"Forget it. I don't understand though. I can sit inside all day without complaining or getting distracted, so why can't she?"
"For one thing, she isn't you, Gill. And for another, she's a farmer; she HAS to be outside. You're a Town Hall Administrator, you stay inside practically everyday."
"Not everyday."
"I know. That's why I said practically. Practically is like almost."
"Fine." He sat back down next to her. "Angela, why don't you go outside and take a quick break. Then we'll get back to our tutoring lesson."
"'K," She smiled at him, and of course, he smiled back. Then she merrily skipped away out through the doors. Angela basked in the warm sunshine. The wind whistled through her short, brown hair. She sighed a deep sigh.
"Excuse me."
"Hn?" Angela turned around, only to find a orange-haired boy.
"Is the building behind you the Town Hall?"
She tilted her head to the right, examining the color of his hair and eyes. "Your eyes are violet." Then she gave him a cheesy grin.
"I'll take that as a 'yes'." He walked right past her.
"W-wait, who are you?"
"Chase." He left without saying another word.
"Chase," she repeated to herself, "Ooh, does he like playing tag?"
Very short chapter, I know.