She sat on the branch of a low tree . Its leaves had barely just begun to lose their color .
But they were still there .
He could've given his skateboard just one push and he would've been gone , leaving her in that tree . Skittles in hand but , he didn't .
He stared at her and she stared right back .
She didn't show any discomfort of being so intensly looked at , but instead had the same intense look in her wild eyes.
Slowly , she let herself slip from in between the branches . Landing just steps away from him .
His breathe caught in his throat . He really wanted to scream .
But he didn't .
She approached him confidently , keeping eye contact .
What are you doing ? He wanted to ask .
Don't talk to me He wanted to say .
You don''t know who I am .
" Have the rest of these skittles " .
She dropped the bag in his hands , the skittles clicking together with the impact , and even with his headphones in , the music stopped , he could hear her footsteps in the grass as she walked away .
The bottom of the bag was filled with red skittles .
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Skittles & Skateboards
Spiritual" Judging someone doesn't define who they are , it defines who YOU are " ~ unknown ~ He's been judged his whole life but yet ... is it really a life when no one has allowed him to live ? And , just like that , life is brought to him , with a bag o...
