"Sometimes, you have to kind of die inside in order to rise from your own ashes and believe in yourself, and love yourself enough to become a new person."
_ Gerard Way _
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Hilary Idara Eghosa has always been one of the Elites in Crestview Inter...
It was coming from my far right. The owner of the voice was standing there and in her hand was a camera.
A real Camera.
She had her back turned to me so I wasn't even sure if she was who I thought she was, but there was something uniquely familiar about her. She wasn't just familiar because of her slim physique or melanin complexion. It was because of her strong stance and the confident aura that oozed from her.
That confident aura that I was very much familiar with. She had to be the one.
I didn't know I had started walking until I got to her. She hadn't even noticed I was close to her, still speaking to the little girl who she was taking pictures of earlier. Before I could announce my presence, the little girl had noticed me and placed her attention on me.
My lips tugged in a smile, and I waved. She waved back.
Noticing that she no longer had the attention of the girl, She turned around, following her gaze till her eyes settled on me. I involuntarily sucked in a sharp breath.
Her gaze was piercing. It has always been piercing, but now her eyes seemed to hold some sort of depth in them, a kind of depth that would make you catch your breath several times just by a look. My heart was beating at a very rapid pace, thudding heavily against my rib cage...
Just by being under her gaze.
"H-Hi," My voice came out in a very embarrassing stutter, which the little girl found funny because she giggled. I visibly cringed.
If she was shocked to see me here, she didn't show it at all. She didn't seem fazed about my stutter either, giving me a very calculative once-over as if she was assessing me. I looked at her too, taking in her outfit.
Wow.
She was wearing a white long-sleeved top over a jean dungaree that ended as shorts, exposing her dark slim legs all the way to her feet that were clad in white and grey Nike kicks.
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(Adela's outfit)
Her hair was in neat braids, probably done towards the resumption of Monday. I noticed that she still had the nose piercing with a silver-studded nose ring at the corner of her nose. Her lips were even coated in deep burgundy lipstick, complimenting her dark skin.
She looked different from when she wore her school uniform.
Very different. Beautiful, dare I say.
I suddenly felt self-conscious, knowing that I had not looked at my reflection before leaving the house. Basically, I was probably looking like a walking dead and had no idea.
I had to fight the urge to wipe my face with my hand.
"Aliyah," She called, finally looking away from me to the little girl, flashing her a smile. "Why don't you go to mum and dad, hmmn. There is something I have to do." She said. But the little girl, Aliyah didn't seem happy about that, pouting and folding her little arms across her chest.
