In the heart of summer, when the air hung heavy with warmth and the sun bathed the cafeteria in a golden glow, Verdantia felt a tremor of unease. The days had grown long, and with the sun's relentless embrace, came an unspoken fear. The chatter of students and clatter of trays formed a distant backdrop to her apprehension.
Then, like a thunderstorm on a sultry afternoon, Mark and Rayne entered the cafeteria. Their laughter seemed to reverberate through the space, carrying the promise of adventure and camaraderie. Verdantia's leaves quivered with a mix of anticipation and trepidation.
Mark, with his fiery red hair, seemed even more vivid in the summer light. Rayne's black-dyed locks shimmered like a night sky studded with stars. They approached the bowl with an air of familiarity, their fingers trailing over the grapes in a playful dance.
Verdantia, nestled among her companions, felt a surge of hope mingled with anxiety. She knew that today held the potential for something significant, but the threat of being plucked loomed larger and more menacing than ever before.
As Mark's hand hovered over the cluster, Verdantia couldn't help but hold her breath. She was poised on the precipice of fate, her fate hanging in the balance.
With a mischievous grin, Mark selected a strand of grapes, his eyes alight with anticipation. "These are the ones, Rayne. Trust me, they're like drops of summer."
Rayne leaned in, their gaze fixed on Verdantia. There was a silent exchange, a moment charged with unspoken understanding. With a gentle touch, they plucked Verdantia from the cluster, holding her up to the light.
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A Grape Fall
РазноеBackground to this story: My (ex) best friend let a green grape fall to the ground at lunch and we couldn't find it for about 2 minutes So my caregiver said, it'd be a great drama and I've been told to write a book about it💀
