Brian watched as the two entered the building.
A girl and a boy: twins. Look-a-likes, there was no doubt about it. They had their heads up as they walked, smiling if they caught someone's eye, and then blushing out of embarrassment. They were the perfect new-kid victims. But there was something different about their look; something strange about the way their books were held in their arms: loosely, as if it was okay to let them drop. Things happened, was what they're look told him.
As they walked past, the girl lifted her head and looked him straight in the eye. She smiled and blushed, but he continued to stare. In fact, everyone was staring.
It wasn't as if the new kids were extremely attractive: in fact, the girl was a bit heavy and the boy's nose a little larger than average. Both of them had blonde curly hair (her's long, his short) that bounced around their shoulders when they strode, and muscular legs: they were athletes. They had blue eyes: piercing blue iris's. You would think they wouldn't look away after catching someone's eye. Something about their countenance was relaxed, different, a fresh breath of air. Brian wanted to talk them: not as student to student, more of a questioning. He put his books in his locker and headed to class.
Rayanne had seen the new kids. Usually she would make fun of them, befriend them, or at least say something to someone else about them. But there was something that made her hesitate this time around. She was afraid to speak out loud. She felt like maybe they could change something she could not. She was afraid to break them up like she did all the other students. They were so different: so much hope rested on them.
Angela had seen them too, and was impressed.
"Where do you think they are from?" she asked Rayanne during class, while their teacher introduced them.
Rayanne shrugged, pretending to look down at a piece of paper.
"These are our new students, class," the teacher's voice rang out, and all was silent. People felt what Rayanne and Brian had felt. It was nerve-wracking. "Their names are Syrus and Sabine."
"Which one's the girl?" called out a class jokester.
Rayanne saw the girl blush and stare around the room with her piercing eyes.
"Sabine," the girl said surely. Her voice reminded Rayanne of stained glass in a cathedral.
"And that would mean," the boy smiled, "I am Syrus."
He sat down in the desk in front of Rayanne, and turned around. His eyes looked into hers.
"Spelled with a y," he said so the whole class could hear him. He winked at Rayanne and turned around.
The girl sat down beside him.
Jordan, too, had seen the new kids.
When they had first walked into the classroom, his eyes had fallen right onto the girl: habit.
Wow, he had thought, she's beautiful. But as he studied her closer, he realized that, no, she wasn't. Wait.....was she? It was hard to tell. But something kept him and the others looking. He had finally decided that no, she wasn't attractive, and turned his head away to look at the boy. He was tall with an athletic build and dark skin like his sister. They seemed foreign and local all at the same time.
"I wonder where they're from," he thought.
A girl and a boy: twins. Look-a-likes, there was no doubt about it. They had their heads up as they walked, smiling if they caught someone's eye, and then blushing out of embarrassment. They were the perfect new-kid victims. But there was something different about their look; something strange about the way their books were held in their arms: loosely, as if it was okay to let them drop. Things happened, was what they're look told him.
As they walked past, the girl lifted her head and looked him straight in the eye. She smiled and blushed, but he continued to stare. In fact, everyone was staring.
It wasn't as if the new kids were extremely attractive: in fact, the girl was a bit heavy and the boy's nose a little larger than average. Both of them had blonde curly hair (her's long, his short) that bounced around their shoulders when they strode, and muscular legs: they were athletes. They had blue eyes: piercing blue iris's. You would think they wouldn't look away after catching someone's eye. Something about their countenance was relaxed, different, a fresh breath of air. Brian wanted to talk them: not as student to student, more of a questioning. He put his books in his locker and headed to class.
Rayanne had seen the new kids. Usually she would make fun of them, befriend them, or at least say something to someone else about them. But there was something that made her hesitate this time around. She was afraid to speak out loud. She felt like maybe they could change something she could not. She was afraid to break them up like she did all the other students. They were so different: so much hope rested on them.
Angela had seen them too, and was impressed.
"Where do you think they are from?" she asked Rayanne during class, while their teacher introduced them.
Rayanne shrugged, pretending to look down at a piece of paper.
"These are our new students, class," the teacher's voice rang out, and all was silent. People felt what Rayanne and Brian had felt. It was nerve-wracking. "Their names are Syrus and Sabine."
"Which one's the girl?" called out a class jokester.
Rayanne saw the girl blush and stare around the room with her piercing eyes.
"Sabine," the girl said surely. Her voice reminded Rayanne of stained glass in a cathedral.
"And that would mean," the boy smiled, "I am Syrus."
He sat down in the desk in front of Rayanne, and turned around. His eyes looked into hers.
"Spelled with a y," he said so the whole class could hear him. He winked at Rayanne and turned around.
The girl sat down beside him.
Jordan, too, had seen the new kids.
When they had first walked into the classroom, his eyes had fallen right onto the girl: habit.
Wow, he had thought, she's beautiful. But as he studied her closer, he realized that, no, she wasn't. Wait.....was she? It was hard to tell. But something kept him and the others looking. He had finally decided that no, she wasn't attractive, and turned his head away to look at the boy. He was tall with an athletic build and dark skin like his sister. They seemed foreign and local all at the same time.
"I wonder where they're from," he thought.