I'm sorry! On Sunday I was too tired to think straight and yesterday I was trying to get most of my school work done so... this was forgotten. But here it is! The next chapter will be the last one... But hopefully I'll be done with the sequel soon (I'm having a writers block) and I'll put that up! ) Have a nice day!
March 1993
His name was Gregory Vegas, and he would become her first boyfriend in only a weeks time. He stepped into the group home the 3rd of Mars and no one but her looked at him. It was nothing special about him, nothing at all. He wore glasses, and the same clothes as everyone else did. He had dreadlocks that fell in his face, his hair wasn't that long, not short either. He wasn't good looking or even bad, not at all. He was so normal that she wanted to cry out loud at the sight. Normalcy.
She studied him as he walked along the walls of the room, inspecting the people that it contained, probably trying to figure out where he'd fit in. No where, she should've told him, because no one here fit in. It was like a puzzle but none of the pieces fit, so they had to cut them with scissors, but they still didn't, the colors were mismatched, the patterns, everything.
She bit the inside of her lip and tried to think of what he was thinking, but she couldn't. He spotted her looking at him when he had reached the opposite wall, he stopped and challenged her; who would look away first. They stayed like that for a long time, minutes, maybe an hour, they didn't have anything better to do and she didn't work that day. Then he suddenly started moving, he pushed away from the wall and walked right across the room, over the carpet that covered the black wood from the Christmas tree that started to burn two days before Christmas, and then he stood in front of her, looking down at her where she sat.
"Greg" he said extending his hand, she simply looked at it and then up at him.
"I don't shake hands" she informed him.
"What are you, eight?" he rolled her eyes and his hand fell back to his sides.
"No, I'm sixteen" she frowned, she knew she didn't look eight. He laughed first, but then saw that she was serious he simply smiled.
"So what's your name?" he asked kindly.
"Temperence" he raised his eyebrows showing he was impressed.
"Cool name" she smiled, and he took it as an invite to sit down. And they fell into a comfortable silence. Tempe and Greg watching the world from their own little world.
