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Post by tigercry on Jan 22, 2018 22:38:14 GMT -5
Writers Vault, the home to the many stories that are posted here inside the WritersCircle!
Here people can view contest entries from people in the previous months, previous contest entries, and anything else people want to write and post! Please don't chat here though, it clutters up the vault and makes it more difficult to find the stories! Chat in the Social Skills Required chat page
The stuff from previous prompts, contests, and monthly prompts will be copied (with permission) and put here in under Tigercry's name but labeled under the writer's name.
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Post by tigercry on Jan 26, 2018 23:26:51 GMT -5
[tigercry][Meet Bree, The Crazy Girl]
Jay's blue eyes wandered around the classroom as he searched to his specific desk, it was kept the same to make it easier to find with his unstable vision which flickered and had a tendency to leave him blind for hours at a time. However he didn't see an empty desk on the far right side of the room in the second row, a small brunette was sitting in that particular seat with paper spread out all over the table that was meant to sit two people. There was a light brown haired girl crouching in front of the other girl and she seemed to be trying to coax her out of the seat while the teacher stood behind her.
"Bree, this kid can't always see, he needs to sit here so that he sits in the same spot in all of his classes," the light brown haired girl explained to the brunette who Jay now knew was named Bree. "Can't you move back a row?"
"No." Bree gave a very short response, and her voice sounded annoyed and frustrated, "I'm sitting here."
Oh boy, this is going to be the best day ever, Jay sighed when he heard his mom, Skylar, move past him and practically march toward the teacher while he and his siblings stayed at the doorway. That poor girl, Jay mused as he watched Skylar semi politely talk to the teacher in an irritated tone.
"My son needs that seat, is there any way you can get her to move?" Skylar asked tersely
The teacher shook his head, "I can't really do anything, Bree's not the easiest student to converse with and she doesn't take kindly to people messing up her space."
Skylar's green eyes flashed, "if Jay can't see then how is he supposed to find a random empty desk?!" Her voice had risen now, and clearly it was Jay's sister's cue to get involved.
Holly quickly rushed forward and went over to the light-haired brunette before speaking quickly with her while the teacher stammered out a response.
Jay watched from his position at the door, noticing how Bree was slowly beginning to hunch her shoulders and curl partway into a ball. Clearly, this girl wasn't normal, and this whole thing was upsetting her. In a rare moment of compassion, since he wasn't the compassionate type, he went over and crouched in front of Bree, resting his arms on the table and looking at her through his currently kind baby blue eyes. "Hi," he said quietly, keeping his tone more gentle specifically for her, "my name's Jay, what's yours?" He asked even though he already knew her name. When Bree looked up he was met with the most beautiful amber eyes he had ever seen. Simply because unlike most people who hid what they were feeling behind a wall of 'I'm perfectly normal,' hers showed everything. Exactly how broken she really was.
"Breanna," Bree murmured quietly and fiddled with the special looking pencil she was holding in one hand, "but everyone calls me Bree."
"What do you want to be called?" Jay asked, not paying attention to how Skylar had fallen silent and was now staring at him. Jay wasn't known for his compassion, he was known for his smart-alec comments and how he oozed sarcasm.
Bree looked at him and tilted her head slightly to one side, "Bree is fine," she said, a kind of happy tone leaking into her voice, she looked at him, her amber eyes twinkling slightly, "but I like Firefly better."
The corner of Jay's lips quirked up into a smile, "okay, Firefly it is."
Bree's amber eyes sparkled and she pushed the papers on the other half of the table toward her so that half of the table was empty, "sit," she directed and pulled out the chair for him, "Bluejay," she called him and when he looked startled her eyebrows furrowed slightly. "Your eyes, they're the color of a blue jay's tail feathers."
Jay chuckled and sat down in the chair she had pulled out for him, "okay, call me whatever you'd like." He could that this was the start of a great friendship. |
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