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Falling Feathers Chapter 6
Chapter 6: Second Chance
Crovix had never been extremely outgoing, she's always kept to herself for the most part, but more than anything she had always longed to be able to speak her mind and have someone understand. She had friends, but they never seemed to be enough because they did not ask about how she was, so she would just listen to their stories. She wanted someone to ask about who she actually was when no one else was there, and someone not afraid to ask about her story. Crovix loved to have fun, be happy, and just have an all-around good time, but it was when everyone left that depression soon kicked in; she was attached to something she couldn't quite track down and it killed her inside just as it did most people with the same problem.
This was how Crovix felt as she sat with her head in her hands at the kitchen table thinking of the events of the previous day, running into that boy in the hallway was enough to make her blood boil. She couldn't stand the
Falling Feathers Chapter 5
Chapter 5: New Journey
The sound of dripping water filled a bright humid room as a woman only about twenty-three stepped from the shower while pulling a towel from the back of her bathroom door and walking toward her mirror. As she went she tied the towel around herself and pulled her soaking red, shoulder length hair, into a loose bun on the top of her head. She leaned forward and wiped mirror off so she could see her own face.
The woman had a sweet round shaped face with a large yet somewhat broken smile that pushed the freckles on her cheeks upward. Her eyes were a light hazel brown always misty with day dreams, with long eyelashes, and high eyebrows. She was very thin with long legs a flat chest and a very soft and almost nonexistent figure, which added to her simple beauty rather than take from it. And then under her right eye were the tattoos of a moon and diamond while she wore a golden wedding band on her ring finger.
The woman brushed her teeth, washed her
Falling Feathers Chapter 4
Chapter 4: Jumping to Conclusions
"Who is she?" Sterling asked watching as she zigzagged across the road with the pile of heavy books.
"She's a weapon like the kind with a knife thing on the end of a chain, well she could sort of change I guess, what kind of weapon does that make her?"
"Forget it," Sterling said quickly, "I bet she can help us find Mrs. Evans- Hace?" but Hace had already sprinted away and was now taking half of Stella's pile of books.
"Let me help," Hace grinned, "A lady should not be forced to carry something this heavy."
Stella's eyes grew wide and she blushed, "I-I can manage by myself just fine," she murmured sticking her nose high into the air.
"I'm sure you can, but you should never have to," he smiled as Sterling ran up alongside the two.
Sterling took the rest of her books under his arm and smiled as he shook her hand and introduced himself, "Sterling, pleasure."
"W-why are you still here," she demanded after a moment of silence
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