Me: I still don't own Wordgirl. Probably never will, but I can dream.
I strode down the hallway. "Violet?" I called. "Violet?" I continued until I got to the lockers. I noticed her at her locker doing something. "Violet! There you are. What's wrong?" I asked as I continued closer.
Violet let out a little yelp. She hid her face behind the locker door. "No-Nothing. Nothing at all."
I stopped. "Then why are you acting so weird?" I asked. "Are you sick?" I shut the locker, and noticed on her cheek a big fat bruise. "Violet!" I yelped. "What happened? Who did this?" I interrogated. My anger spiked, at the thought of someone hurting my Violet. Wait- I mean Violet.
"It-it's nothing." Violet said. She turned away, and started putting makeup on the bruise.
"How did you get this?" I seethed.
"I um…fell!" She said.
"You fell?" I asked.
"Yeah."
"Then how did you manage to get a bruise on your cheek?"
"I just did I guess. Don't worry Scoops! I'm fine. Just please don't tell anyone." Violet said putting her hand on my shoulder.
"Violet, why not?" I questioned.
"It's embarrassing!" Violet said. "That's why I didn't want people to know. Is that a good enough answer to you?" She sounded a bit hurt on the last line. She gasped a bit. "I'm sorry Scoops! It-it-it's just that I'm going through a…umm… a rough time right now." She apologized. "Please, just don't tell anyone." She said sincerely. Her whimsical blue eyes stared into my emerald ones.
I stared into her beautiful eyes for a few more seconds before I finally broke the gaze. "I will." I said solemnly.
"Thank you, Scoops!" Violet smiled brightly. She gave me a quick hug before put on more makeup. After concealing the wound she ran off.
I continued after her. I knew something was up. How on earth did you get a bruise on your face if you fall? Maybe it's time for a more through investigation.
