Pamella kept her eyes working her surroundings, catching her body language, and the way she held her breath when their eyes met. Norrie didn't break. Red Beanie used to tell her that the eyes are the most powerful tools, especially between woman. With one look, an intimate message can be sent. Words cease to exist. Isn't that fascinating? But the stranger broke. Her shoulders depressed, an almost strange air of relief surrounded her. Pamella rocked on her feet, hands behind her back with chest exposed.
“Alexis."
The words left her mouth in one quick breath, her voice music to Pams ears. No matter the trails of adversity where she ceased to exist in ones mind, nothing could stop her from reaching out and finding a place where she wouldn't be forgotten. Somewhere she belonged. Alexis shook her head, breath flying from her lips. Norrie could imagine the nitrogen being released dancing in the air. Her eyes were full of wonder, the negativity couldn't touch her. All she could see was a beautiful girl that reminded her of a willow tree. Her arms, which Pam imagined as branches tugged on her sleeves before hiding in the safety of her pockets. What if tree had pockets, would they be like the holes owls dwell in the cartoons? The ginger was far to distracted with who was before her to notice the ruckus from earlier.
"Sorry," she said with a slight apologetic smile, Norrie shook her head profusely.
”Hmm, it's ok!” she beamed.
"I'm Alexis. Alex or Lexi is fine, too." Lexi. It seems as if the 15-year-olds body lit up, staying perched up on her toes. The top of her head just barely made it to the height of Alexis' shoulders.
”That's such a cute name! Is it alright if I call you Lexi?” for a bubbly girl, her voice wasn't overbearing or squeaky. Instead, it was soft and a bit hazy with an edge of cinnamon. The younger girl, undoubtedly the youngest in the room, noticed Lexis attention falter. Norrie peeked behind her to see what she was staring at but couldn't figure it out. Her brows furrowed in slight confusion.
"You said your name's Pamella, right?" she asked with an air of charisma to her. The Ginger snapped her head back around and nodded animately.
”Yup, Pamella. Some call me Norrie, or Pam. I don't care which one, either is fine.” she shifted her weight, standing flat on her feet and putting force on her right leg. ”What do you think about all this?” She asked, hoping to crack a conversation and get to know her a little better.
“Alexis."
The words left her mouth in one quick breath, her voice music to Pams ears. No matter the trails of adversity where she ceased to exist in ones mind, nothing could stop her from reaching out and finding a place where she wouldn't be forgotten. Somewhere she belonged. Alexis shook her head, breath flying from her lips. Norrie could imagine the nitrogen being released dancing in the air. Her eyes were full of wonder, the negativity couldn't touch her. All she could see was a beautiful girl that reminded her of a willow tree. Her arms, which Pam imagined as branches tugged on her sleeves before hiding in the safety of her pockets. What if tree had pockets, would they be like the holes owls dwell in the cartoons? The ginger was far to distracted with who was before her to notice the ruckus from earlier.
"Sorry," she said with a slight apologetic smile, Norrie shook her head profusely.
”Hmm, it's ok!” she beamed.
"I'm Alexis. Alex or Lexi is fine, too." Lexi. It seems as if the 15-year-olds body lit up, staying perched up on her toes. The top of her head just barely made it to the height of Alexis' shoulders.
”That's such a cute name! Is it alright if I call you Lexi?” for a bubbly girl, her voice wasn't overbearing or squeaky. Instead, it was soft and a bit hazy with an edge of cinnamon. The younger girl, undoubtedly the youngest in the room, noticed Lexis attention falter. Norrie peeked behind her to see what she was staring at but couldn't figure it out. Her brows furrowed in slight confusion.
"You said your name's Pamella, right?" she asked with an air of charisma to her. The Ginger snapped her head back around and nodded animately.
”Yup, Pamella. Some call me Norrie, or Pam. I don't care which one, either is fine.” she shifted her weight, standing flat on her feet and putting force on her right leg. ”What do you think about all this?” She asked, hoping to crack a conversation and get to know her a little better.