I swung back and forth on the swing. I was in middle school and it was recess, looking around the other children playing with their friends.
Being the new girl, sucked for a while till you came and stood in front of me then stared.
I stopped swinging and stared back at you. You walked to the swing next to the one I was sitting on, on the left and swung.
I shrugged and continued swinging before you mumbled something under your breath.
"Uh?" Confusion painted over my face as I gazed at you.
"My name is Pachomai Vardar." You looked down the concrete floor as the wind blew through your dark brown thick hair.
"I am Goddess Wilcox." I slowly pushed myself back and forth as you quickly looked at me, like your head was about to snapped off.
"Your name is Goddess?" You gave me a questionable look.
"Yeah." I shrugged.
"Why?"
"I don't know." We kept staring at each other like we were in a staring game.
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Colors ✔
RomanceColors are seen everywhere. We live for color. The beauty of color, we have seen and became amazed by the exquisite details before us. Colors can describe anything or anyone. The moments you have, there will always be a color. #shortstory_1 ↫↬↫↬↫↬...
