She played with her pony tail absentmindedly, a thousand thoughts twirling through her groggy mind.
She felt the stares falling on her back, and refused to turn. Lately, she kept to herself more than anything.
Her violet locks dangled sloppily in short spikes, shooting over her face.
It was a strange sense of duty, she concluded. That was why she didn't take the offer.
The Storm Hawks were wonderful. Far more energetic and daring than her team ever was. They made her laugh, something she rarely did. Not since she'd lost her old friends had she been able to let herself...smile. It was a small revelation. A miracle.
But it was like an act of betrayal.
It was as if she were desecrating their memory.
She was an Interceptor. Always would be.
She stood and stared at the midday sun with interest.
Noon.
Time to fly.
OOO
A/N: Not wanting to sound pushy or anything...
BUT WHY ARE NONE OF Y'ALL VOTING? (on my poll...)
There. That's my flame for the day. G'night!
PS: It's Starling I'm writing about, in case ya didn't figure it out.