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Greyson Sage
"Life is a darling cigarette" -Christopher Poindexter
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Greyson Sage
"Life is a darling cigarette" -Christopher Poindexter
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The constant stream of people was overwhelming, Greyson could feel her stomach twisting. They all walked past her like a weed in the grass, not that she expected any different. Everyone else seemed to have groomed themselves immaculately, prepared to make a positive first impressions, she seemed like a vagabond in comparison. Heavy air filled her lungs, smoke twisting in the air above her. Gently french words floated from the porch ahead, catching her ear. The dark tall man had a heavy French accent, as well did the blonde he embraced. Had these people been in Europe all this time while she was forced to live in the land of Prep?
Her confusing feelings of happiness were subdued by frustration. How did all these people have connections and she did not? She could blame her dysfunctional parents, who dragged her away from Dimoni community before she even had a chance to find her other half, and when the Dimoni most needed to be united. Greyson reached for another cigarette when she heard her name called out. "Come on over here, it's alright, darling.” Dalia called from the door.
Her movement was jilted, but she carefully put her cigarette back into the pack. While everyone else followed suit, Greyson’s eyes were glued to the back of the brown haired boys head, who’s name she had no idea but she knew he was going to be everything to her. She picked up her bags on her way into the house, lagging behind everyone else. It seemed like most attention was on the two other girls, it wasn’t like Greyson to be jealous but she couldn’t comprehend what was happening. Was this house just another world where she didn’t belong?
She left her bags and herself at the fringe of the group, she thought the room was spinning - but really she was the one rotating the room. Her steps kept her gingerly on the outside of the group, until she found herself beside the brown haired boy. Her body was moving without her own knowledge, a delicate hand reached out. She thought she was only going to tap his shoulder, but instead her hand just rested there. There was an immediate electricity that ran up the length of her arm. There was a surge of power from within her, the twisting feeling in her gut made the darkness within her grow. Naturally she felt the compulsion to panic, but she felt oddly calm when she looked up at the boy.
”Hey,” She said, unable to to articulate herself further.