Disclaimer: I just don't own it, okay? Much as I wish I owned Squall…
Okay, so I'm back—briefly, anyway. This little snatch of a story came out of nowhere and who knows, I might expand on it if I ever have the time…
-.Unremarkable.-
She was at her locker, turning the combination to open it. Selphie and Quistis were beside her, arguing about something or another, but she didn't seem to be paying attention. Somehow, she stood out, although there was nothing special about her; she was wearing the same uniform as every other girl (a pleated plaid navy and gold skirt, button down white shirt, blue and gold striped tie, knee high dark blue socks with gold stripes near the top) and she wasn't strikingly gorgeous, although she was cute.
She took two books out of her locker, a dark blue number to match the school colors, and stowed them in her bag before turning to her friends. She listened to their conversation for a moment before laughing, the smile lighting up her face.
A thin chain rested around her neck, on which hung a slim silver ring. She never talked much about it, only said that it was a present from her mother and that she never took it off. Despite the constant wearing, it looked brand new, shining brightly in the lights of the hallway.
She said her greetings to a spiky-haired blonde and a long-haired brunet wearing a cowboy hat before continuing to walk to class, occasionally pausing to have a word or two with someone. She bounced a little when she walked, and unlike most other people, kept her head up with a smile.
She walked by and sent a smile in his direction, the boy with the icy eyes and the brown hair who saw her every morning. She never stopped to talk, just smiled before going on her way, and it was always that smile that made him think all day: Why was that unremarkable girl starting to make him feel?
Very short, not very good, I know, and I apologize, but I needed to write something, and this just happened to be the only thing I could think of. Like I said, I might expand on this; maybe make it an actual story if I can dream up a plot that isn't hopelessly overused. Reviews are nice and greatly appreciated, as is criticism. Thanks for reading.