Chapter One
He watches her, though she doesn't realize. They are in a club, and she's reading her poetry on "open mic" night. He cheers the loudest. He isn't what you'd call a stalker, just an admirer.
The girl has hot purple hair. It's long and her original color is dirty blonde. She has blue gray eyes. She's about 4'10 or 4'11", and is very proud of it. She's not the type you'd think about writing poetry. She's not shallow, but she's always smiling, or when she's not smiling, she's not sad. She's got quite a temper though.
They boy; He has navy blue and naturally black hair. He's about 6' even and has yellowish brown eyes. He's under the category "punk". He watches the girl when she's w/ her friends. He is also in some of her classes. But he doesn't think she sees him. He loves how she puts every ounce of her emotions into her poems. She never looks sad, but her poems touch you inside.
Everyone loves her poems, well most people that go to open mic. When the club closes they all go to a bar to get drinks. But the boy never sees her there. She's a real party girl, but doesn't go with them to the bar, ever.
Tonight the girl's poem isn't as depressing, but it's just as dark.
"the moon goes black
in weary day
but blooms full
in midnight's day
the wolves may howl
and crickets creak for rain
but no matter what
this is the time
where romance blooms
and deaths consume
the sin we call the day."
It wasn't her best but it was good. When she was done she went and sat with her friends who cheered her on.
Eventually everyone left for the bar. But once again she didn't show up. The bar is very claustrophobic. The people who own it didn't put any real decorations up. It's just enough to pay their bills i guess. It's an old restraunt. It's square and the bar is in the middle. It has a couple tables, an old tv, and stools, though people ususally stand up. There aren't even any bathrooms, so the back of the place turned into it. Not the greatest place in the world, but it has an A ranking and is cheap.
The guy asked around to see if anyone had seen the girl since they left the club. Eventually he asked one of her friends.
"Oh, she doesn't drink unless she wants to get drunk. She hates alcohol."
"I thought she was a party girl."
Her friend laughed. "When she's in the mood, yea. But this isn't a party, it's just drinking."
Most of her friends were art kids. But she had some really random ones. They were mostly guys though, and usually tall.
"Then where does she go if she doesn't come here with us?"
"Wherever she wants." Her friend said, but after looking at him for a while he sighed. "I think tonight she went to the Cafe down the street."
"She drinks coffee?"
"No. She likes Fraps."
"Oh."
The friend studied him. "Who are you anyway?"
"No one of consequence." He said.
"No, you look familiar. You're in some of her classes."
"How do you know that?"
"Cause she pointed you out and told us about you."
"What did she say?"
The girl has hot purple hair. It's long and her original color is dirty blonde. She has blue gray eyes. She's about 4'10 or 4'11", and is very proud of it. She's not the type you'd think about writing poetry. She's not shallow, but she's always smiling, or when she's not smiling, she's not sad. She's got quite a temper though.
They boy; He has navy blue and naturally black hair. He's about 6' even and has yellowish brown eyes. He's under the category "punk". He watches the girl when she's w/ her friends. He is also in some of her classes. But he doesn't think she sees him. He loves how she puts every ounce of her emotions into her poems. She never looks sad, but her poems touch you inside.
Everyone loves her poems, well most people that go to open mic. When the club closes they all go to a bar to get drinks. But the boy never sees her there. She's a real party girl, but doesn't go with them to the bar, ever.
Tonight the girl's poem isn't as depressing, but it's just as dark.
"the moon goes black
in weary day
but blooms full
in midnight's day
the wolves may howl
and crickets creak for rain
but no matter what
this is the time
where romance blooms
and deaths consume
the sin we call the day."
It wasn't her best but it was good. When she was done she went and sat with her friends who cheered her on.
Eventually everyone left for the bar. But once again she didn't show up. The bar is very claustrophobic. The people who own it didn't put any real decorations up. It's just enough to pay their bills i guess. It's an old restraunt. It's square and the bar is in the middle. It has a couple tables, an old tv, and stools, though people ususally stand up. There aren't even any bathrooms, so the back of the place turned into it. Not the greatest place in the world, but it has an A ranking and is cheap.
The guy asked around to see if anyone had seen the girl since they left the club. Eventually he asked one of her friends.
"Oh, she doesn't drink unless she wants to get drunk. She hates alcohol."
"I thought she was a party girl."
Her friend laughed. "When she's in the mood, yea. But this isn't a party, it's just drinking."
Most of her friends were art kids. But she had some really random ones. They were mostly guys though, and usually tall.
"Then where does she go if she doesn't come here with us?"
"Wherever she wants." Her friend said, but after looking at him for a while he sighed. "I think tonight she went to the Cafe down the street."
"She drinks coffee?"
"No. She likes Fraps."
"Oh."
The friend studied him. "Who are you anyway?"
"No one of consequence." He said.
"No, you look familiar. You're in some of her classes."
"How do you know that?"
"Cause she pointed you out and told us about you."
"What did she say?"