Friday, June 29, 2007

Part #3 enjoy...please comment
“Nice to meet you, Sophi. Do you mind if my family and I follow you to the cafeteria? We don’t exactly know the lay of the land yet.” He smiled and showed his bright, white teeth. I nearly melted at the sight of such beauty.
“Your family?” I asked as he directed to the six standing obnoxiously close behind him. Although I could have sworn I only saw five earlier. “Oh, how rude of me. This is Edmund Blaine, Zachariah Adam, Abigail Violet, Isabella Rosaline, Genevieve Alice, and Brendan Michael Abbott.” He announced their names in such a formal manner that belonged in eighteenth century England. I was speechless (as usual) but more so because I had forgot everyone’s name by the time he had finished. “And I am Milo Vincent Abbott.” He said his name in full even though I knew his first already. After the very uncomfortable and formal intro I felt inclined to do the same. “Well Milo Vincent Abbott, I am Sophia Lorelei Sarah Emma Larson.” I blushed at the fact that they all noticed I had an extremely long name. Yet again I felt an explanation was needed but, I never opened my mouth to speak. Instead Milo grabbed to edge of my sleeve and with his velvet voice practically sang, “Shall we go then?” I was hooked and very, very dizzy.
“I…I…don’t exactly eat in the cafeteria. It’s a little too crowded and smells awful. I eat in Senior Park. There are a lot of trees and benches. It’s really pretty, especially in autumn.” I still kept my eyes on my feet. My voice felt muffled from being directed at the floor. The six were following us but if I hadn’t looked back I would never have been able to tell. They walked in such silence and grace; again it was as if they were not there. As I looked back, I noticed all of them were so beautiful and yet none of them looked at all related. The black haired female, who I was pretty certain was Abigail, smiled. I noticed she had violet eyes…no wonder her middle name was Violet. In fact they all had such strange eye color. It was so fascinating…but so inhuman. We walked in silence to Senior Park until I heard a deep chuckle from Milo.
“Are you even a senior yet, Sophi?” He asked. This time I looked up and met his gorgeous emerald eyes. I stopped breathing. I noticed everyone except Abigail and, who I was almost sure was Edmund, were smiling. The rest carried this almost furious, disapproving look on their faces. I looked away immediately. Milo was still focused on me, the short, brown haired and brown eyed girl who looked absolutely, one hundred percent ordinary. So much in fact it was almost painful to think about. I decided to answer Milo’s question to see if it would calm my now racing heart. “I’m a junior. And all of you are…?” I left the ending open for his response. “I, as well as Abigail, Brendan, and Genevieve, are juniors. Edmund, Isabella, and Zachariah are seniors.” He smiled once again. This time I actually felt my heart jump. He laughed playfully, almost as if he had heard my flamboyant heart. I wondered why such a beautiful new boy would notice me (and take me captive practically). But something lurked beneath this family. Not the odd names or the fact none of them looked alike in any way. It was something else. Something deeper.

Yeah...there is still more...alot more
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