This is a new story I'm working on. Hope you like it. It's about the OC's on my profile. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own Falling Skies. I only own Jasmine, Logan, Catalina, and Grace.
Jasmine's POV:
I was walking down the hall with Hal. It was a week after his dad, Tom Mason, went missing and he was overly depressed. He wouldn't eat, or rest until he found his father. He just either stayed cooped up in his room thinking, or out scouting on missions and looking for his father. We continued to walk, and as we turned the corner, Hal came to an abrupt stop. I followed his gaze and my heart dropped whenever I saw what he was staring at.
He was looking at a family of a father, mother, and son laughing and chatting like old times. He looked… Broken. Depressed.
I was about to try and cheer him up when he stalked to his room and slammed the door shut with a loud THUD! I winced at the thought of somebody's foot getting stuck in that.
I sighed and ran a hand through my dirty blonde hair. I wondered around to wherever my feet would take me, and I ended up in front of the "lunch room". Of course, my stomach chose this time to growl in hunger. I chuckled. Only me. I walked through the doors and was immediately greeted with loud chatting and laughing. I smiled. As I walked up the line, I saw my best friend, Grace, sitting at the table. I was about to go up and sit with her when a little fighter-friend of mine, Jimmy, sat across from her. Okkk then… Then a thought struck me. He was going to ask her out. Everybody knew about his crush on Grace, but I don't think she likes him back. I kept watching anxiously to see what will happen, when a defeated look grew on Jimmy's face. He nodded in understanding, and stalked away, dragging his feet as he went. Aw! Jimmy got rejected! Poor him… I was about to go stand in line but I heard a moan outside of the window. I looked out and saw large mechanical legs. Mech.
So… Did you like it? Tell me what you think. REVIEW!