Heather Elizabeth Kingston

A single leaf twirled down from the over hanging tree above the blond girl's head. It was a gorgeous morning and a warm wind blew from the east blowing her hair across her face. With a touch of annoyance she pushed it away. She hated it when her hair was blown across her face. Heather reached into the pocket of her sky blue sweater and pulled out an elastic. Reaching back she pulled her hair into a pony tail. That was better.

Heather looked around her. It was a very nice day indeed. Lots of squirrels scrambling around and hundreds of birds singing. This was where she liked to be, out with nature. It was nice to get away from the stress of school once in a while. Heather smiled and her eyes gazed dreamily up at the sky thinking of far off fantasies that she could write of. That was a mistake because the next thing she knew, she was falling straight into the ground. Heather had felt her foot catch on a branch that blocked the pathway, she had tryed to gain her balance again, but that hadn't worked out very well.

She landed on her stomach, face to face with the ground. The girl pushed her self up and stood rubbing her jarred wrists. Heather sighed. You would think I would know better by now than to walk while daydreaming. she thought to herself. But her mind was already on a different topic. There was a boy sitting on an old bench a couple of meters away and she was pretty sure she had seen around Apollo Academy. She squinted against the sun trying to see what he was doing and finally she realized he was sketching. Walking over, Heather sat down beside him and gazed at the drawing. It was amazing.

Heather Elizabeth Kingston

For a second Heather just stared at his picture. It's amazing, she thought again. Then finally realization struck her and she silently moaned. He must think I'm a total idiot for just coming and sitting and staring at his picture when I don't even know who he is and he doesn't even know who in the world I am! she winced inwardly and looked away from his drawing and up at the sky. Stupid, stupid me...

Heather shifted her eyes from the clouds to the trees above, then to the ground. By now she could feel herself blushing. Why must I do things like this? she moaned to herself silently again. Then she heard him speak and now all she felt was nervousness. "Uhh...Hi. I'm really sorry for bothering you," she said almost stumbling over her words. While I'm at it I might as well curse this darn shyness of mine as well, she added to herself.

Heather still stared at the ground not sure whether to get up and leave or stay sitting. Then out of the corner of her eye she saw his ahd come up for her to shake and she heard him talk again. Finally Heather looked up. "I'm Heather Kingston," she told him while shaking his hand. For a second she stared at his peculiar eyes. Purple. She had never met anyone with violet eyes and thought it a bit strange. They were nice though.

Heather Elizabeth Kingston

Despite her embarrassment, a small smile tugged at her lips as he grinned at her. But still, inside she was silently dying. Why, why, why do I do these things? And why can’t I just get over my shyness and me embarrassment for once? She felt like sighing, but she forced herself not to. She didn’t want to do anything that would make him think that she wasn’t glad to meet him because she was.

The girl let her smile widen and made herself ignore her shy nature. “It’s nice to me you too.” Heather was about to ask if he went to Apollo Academy to see if she had been right, but then she remembered that she was still shaking his hand. Quickly she pulled it away and groaned silently to herself. Again she was making a fool of herself. I hope he doesn’t think I’m totally weird. A blush crept up her cheeks again, although she wished that it would just go away and stay away for good. She hated blushing.

Her attention changed focus to Emmett again when she realized he had spoken. She smiled when she heard his question. “I was just about to ask if you go there! But, yeah I do go to Apollo Academy.” Heather pushed a blond strand of hair out of her face as the wind blew it in her way. “And I’m guessing you take the art class?” she asked looking at his drawing once again.

Heather Elizabeth Kingston

Heather watched Emmett as flipped to a new page, untouched. He drew an oval first. It was perfectly round. She sighed. If she had been the one drawing it would have taken her a thousand times before she got it perfect. I'm just not an artist. she said to herself although she already knew that. Sure, she was a bit wistful, but she enjoyed her talent of writing. She liked coming up with things that hadn't been thought of before. She liked the idea of having not everything as it seemed to be. So there could be a dragon right beside you but you wouldn't notice because humans only see what they think's possible. And for humans a dragon certainly isn't possible. Heather smiled at the thought then turned back to Emmett's sketch.

He had added more lines to it and she saw where the drawing's features would be. I wonder who it's of, she wondered, totally clueless that it was her. Heather watched for a few minutes, trying to guess. Then suddenly it struck her. It was her! She couldn't help feeling like an idiot, but she couldn't help letting out a little giggle. She should have realized it sooner.

"Writing is my main class, but I can also play the guitar a bit." She smiled for no real reason what so ever. She just felt happy to be talking to someone. Heather watched as he added more and more onto the drawing. It was amazing. He made it seem so easy. She could never understand how artists drew like it was nothing at all. Heather wondered if he had been born being able to draw like that or if he had had to practice tons. She smiled again. I could practice my whole life and still never be as good as him.

As Heather watched him sketch, her mind began to wander to thoughts of home. Of the ocean, or her brother, her father and the horses she had left behind. She missed being home. Being able to ride a horse everyday, to feel the steady beat of it's gait to feel the cool breeze on her face. She missed the times when she would take the trail that lead to the ocean and she and Polar Wind would have a water fight. She smiled at the thought and fiddled with her locket. Although Heather stared at Emmet's hand drawing the picture, she did not really see it. She was far away like when she was dreaming up a good story. But instead, she was lost in the past.

Finally she was knocked out of her daydream when Emmet moved. He picked up his sketch and held it up to her. It was amazing. It looked excactly like her. She just stared at it for a while, noticing the tiny details that he had added. Then she grinned and said, "That's amazing!"

Heather Elizabeth Kingston

Heather smiled when she saw his cheeks redden. So he could blush too. Heather couldn't remember the last time she had smiled so much. She didn't really have any friends at Apollo Academy, but she was sure she had just made one. Perhaps it wasn't going to be so bad here after all. Either way she still missed home. Nothing could compare with riding.

The girl began playing with her necklace again. Twisting it around and rubbing it's smooth surface. She watched as Emmett flipped to a fresh page ad wondered what he would draw next. But he surprised her when he turned to her and asked what grade she in. At first she didn't reply, just watching his hand wander around the paper. The she looked up at him thinking, Why is he so tall? She smiled at that thought. She hadn't really grown up with any one as tall as him and it was different. Then she said, "Only grade nine. What about you?"

When he spoke again she smiled and nodded. "Sure," she agreed. Then she quickly jumped up sticking her hands in her pockets as she waited for him.

ooc; Sorry it's so bad. I couldn't think of anything to write. D: