{ 4 June, 2014 | 10:40 A.M. | Memorial Park | Day 1 | 227 words }
"I thought I said-" He had started but then turned around and noticed that it wasn't Brandon. "Roman. My man." He smiled and walked over to him giving him a big hug. Though he might seem really tough outside, Liam was one of those select people who knew that he was a really nice guy. "Oh, and now I am getting a lecture from the guy who scares all the girls away?" He smiled and nudged Roman a little. "I'm just joking." He laughed a little as they walked along together. "So how's Anastasia?" He knew how much Roman cared about his little sister and even though he wasn't much of a threat, he tried to help as much as he could. There were people all around the park by this time. Many had gathered by the amphitheater to watch the play go on. It was at the balcony scene. Where Juliet and Romeo say goodbye for the night. He never really understood Romeo and Juliet but maybe it was because he was living as Romeo. Living as the son of the hypothetical Montague and to be forever in feud with the hypothetical Capulet family. Well, at least until he meets his hypothetical Juliet. When he directed his attention away from the play, he saw two females hovering over a book and a couple of old couples chattering.
{ 4 June, 2014 | 10:40 A.M. | Memorial Park | Day 1 | 367 words }
As she had continued with her book, Reece didn't get very far before a friend of hers, a very good friend of hers, said hello. Well... not hello. But it was kind of like her way of saying hello. "Yes, it is thank you so much for noticing. When I got it mom didn't pay a bit of attention. I swear I could do drugs without her noticing." She stopped then thought. "But dad would notice right away and anyway, scientific studies show that drugs are bad for your health. It's not just a myth so we don't do them." She opened the book and showed it to Bellamy. "I think you would like this book a lot." She opened it up and began reading allowed.
“I made it.” Her voice is soft but high pitched. I’m not sure if that’s how she always sounds or if she is just scared of me.
Most people are just scared of me, so I’ll go with the general consensus.
“How much would you charge to make another one?” I kind of want that hat. I’ve looked everywhere for one. But all the ones I’ve found are trendy and lame.
Gram reaches over and tugs the hat off Talia’s head causing waves of hair to spill messily over her shoulders. Talia’s shocked but she doesn’t make a move for it. Her cheeks flush a light pink.
Is she shaking?
She totally looks like a deer. Completely pure and innocent. I’m wondering what that innocence would feel like, which shocks me. I don’t think I’ve ever been innocent. Not like her. Not truly. Until this moment I don’t think I’ve ever thought about it either.
Most people are just scared of me, so I’ll go with the general consensus.
“How much would you charge to make another one?” I kind of want that hat. I’ve looked everywhere for one. But all the ones I’ve found are trendy and lame.
Gram reaches over and tugs the hat off Talia’s head causing waves of hair to spill messily over her shoulders. Talia’s shocked but she doesn’t make a move for it. Her cheeks flush a light pink.
Is she shaking?
She totally looks like a deer. Completely pure and innocent. I’m wondering what that innocence would feel like, which shocks me. I don’t think I’ve ever been innocent. Not like her. Not truly. Until this moment I don’t think I’ve ever thought about it either.
She stopped reading and let the book rest in her lap. "Bellamy... Do I look like a deer?" She questioned, thinking about the last line. She didn't want to look like a deer but the way that the author describes it, she might would like to be a deer quite much. It sounded like such a lovely existence, well, at least until the hunter's showed themselves. That's it! Maybe Talia was the deer and the boy was the hunter! "Anyway, do you have any new drawings to show me?"