No Longer An Ugly Duckling
Author's Note: Ah, well, I'm not going to tell you who this is on, cause then it would spoil the end.
Disclaimer/Dedication: I do not own anyone mentioned. Dedicated too, Pazzesco Bella Salvatore: Yes, I want to hug him tonns. Incarnated Soul: Thank you :) Your reviews always cheer me up. Well I write poems too, so that could explain it, lol. SalvatoreShanNW: Thanks! Lol, well okay then. I'll see to the Jez and Morgead one, they're a toughy.
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She stepped into the room.
Immediate silence.
My eyes followed her fingers as they undid her winter coat, button by button, until it slipped off and slung over one of those sheer adorned arms. Her top shimmered in the light, emphasising each curve, each slender dimple on her body. She walked with ease, her figure gracefully poised. She knew she had everyone's attention, everyone knows. It's felt among the room. Her huge eyes twinkled as her cheeks flushed ever so slightly. That twinkle had to be for me, it was for me. I just knew it, I thought as I watched her lips curve into a delicate smile.
Whispers danced among the room, as she stood there defiantly, speaking slowly and steadily. Then slowly she turned towards us, everyone in the room. All eyes were on her, her smile modest, almost frightened. My fingers twitched eagerly as with everybody else in the room. But she was mine. Mine...
Onlookers absorbed her presence as she glided across the room. Guys took lingering glances and you could see their eyes pleading with longing. She walked quietly, yet her bright eyes screamed everything. She was amazed, proud and charmed. Eyes travelled down from her face to the notebook in her hand. Scribbled in loopy letters, simply testified one word.
A name,
Gillian.
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Well if you didn't get it. It was Gillian walking to a classroom, on the first day of her change. The whole thing is from David's POV. Please tell me what you think :) Constructive criticism is accepted, nasty flames will be ignored. Hope you enjoyed!
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