Justin's P.O.V
Thick and weathered pages of a crusty book were in Phoebe's hands, the faint title reading, 'Biology in Africa'. I pulled the chair beside her back, the legs rasping against the linoleum. Phoebe looked up, her green orbs searching mine with caution.
"Hi..." The left corner of her lip curled into a smile as I greeted her.
"Hello," She responded, her English accent thick with heritage but as light as olive oil. She tucked a piece of that fiery red hair behind her ear, exposing a dangling, silver earring which suspended to her jaw. I counted five chunky rings sprinkled across her fingers, her fingernails glimmering with an invisible nail polish.
"I'm Justin." I held my hand out; her eyes were still vigilant, on guard about which assumptions I might throw at her.
"Phoebe Sil—"
"I know; the school is talking about you." Dammit. Wrong thing to say at the wrong time. I bit on my lip hard, tasting the blood trickle down my tongue.
She nodded, her head bobbing slowly like the rhythm of a song. "I could say the same out you..." She turned the other way, her footsteps graceful against the cold tile.
Phoebe sauntered down the hallway as if there wasn't a worry in her mind. Like 9/11 hadn't happened. Like people weren't dying. People getting killed.
But maybe, she wasn't worried because she was one of those people. One of those people that was fighting for her life.
That was fighting her way through life.
A-fucking-mazin' ♥
xPinkSandandHearts 7 months ago
@jokerssugar YOURSODAMNGOOD
^^ that's what she saidddddddddddd
summertansfloralvans 8 months ago