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Emerald |
| Written by Lindsay | |
| Monday, 05 May 2008 | |
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Share it:      Her gaze met his in a sudden lapse of concentration of the lesson being taught before them. Whenever they'd talked before her eloquent words and his gorgeous looks would be completely forgotten - they'd freeze. He wasn't sure how the attraction between them worked. But he knew it was there. He knew she felt the exact same feeling of abstract butterflies fluttering in their stomachs. She turned away quickly, trying to dull the flair of crimson that had flushed her cheeks. Seeing this brought a smile to his face. He turned back to try to continue paying attention to the lesson, listening to his English teacher aimlessly discussing 'Animal Farm' to the class. He found it hard to take an interest in what to him was a fairy tale, opposed to a political satire. He turned back to see that the crimson had drained from her face, instead now her face was its usual chalk white, her complexion was perfect, almost like porcelain. This was framed by her spiral locks of auburn hair, that would gently cascade over her shoulders. Her velvet green eyes sparkled, her long lashes batted everytime her eyes would slowly open and close again. He liked all these features. But they weren't typically beautiful. Not like the girls he was meant to be dating. The blonde girls, with make up religiously applied make up, that's who he was meant to be smiling at when pondering George Orwell's intentions of how his short story should be taken. But their mind's didn't match hers. They didn't even come close. Copyright 2008 Lindsay |
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