I yawned under the baking sunlight. My eyes,
crumply and sticky with morning goo, blinked awake. My suttle, black eyelashes danced al-
-ong my eyes. The shinging blue scanned my room quietly.
Another night with those eyes, I thought.
Tomorrow would most likely be the same,
the same eyes, the same feeling. That's what I hate, sameness. The usuall, even if it's bad.
Slipping on a purple checkered van, I sighed.
The dusty grey array of clouds imitated on my neon colored bed spread. I finished getting ready for a normal school day.
Just a normal teenage girl.
((Oliver POV))
Bright sun hit my eyes, making them sting.
Damn it was annoying sleeping on a hard, cold roof. Even though it seemed to warm up at the thought of holding her in her bed.
Damn those thoughts. I groaned and tried to fall back asleep, but she was heading out to the truck to leave. Her hair bouncing in the morning breeze. Her older brother smirking his crooked mouth wide.
I smiled, such a distorted, average family.
Then she was gone. Down the road, perching her eyes along the trees, sometimes she noticed me.
She must think I'm a bird or something. My wings aren't the biggest, but their soft and I know the feathers glow. Not to be cocky or anything.
My orders were not to follow at school, she seemed safe there. I could sense if their was some driven criminal there. Sometimes I feared it was the minors that would be the sinners. What if a boy with the same intentions as me attacked her in an empty bathroom stall?
What if?
" We'd save her ass!" Chuckeled a smokey,
drained voice from behind.
Family, gotta love them.
((Emmy POV))
There's three and half boxes..
" How can there be half a box?"
" Mrs. P, this makes no sense." I called out to the enitre class. My peers nodded in agreement, and Mrs. Pamp glanced at me over her industrious shopping of power wash tools.
Mrs. P dared her eyes back to the screen.
"It doesn't have to make sense, just do the math." She stated. I sighed and began working again, math is riduclous, even though I had the highest grade in my class.
Suddenly it started to make sense. All of it.
The repeating numbers, cross multiply, add the remanders...
" Any day now, nerd!" Shouted Courntney, tossing back the two foot lock of black hair.
Her penecostal genuine smile shot at me,
something she shoots when she tells a joke.
I shrugged it off, I'm not a nerd, in fact,
I'm only good in this class. Math is simple.
The only thing I suck at is science, except when it comes to human reproduction.
I smiled. " Human reproduction.." I mumbled,
giggling to myself.