Flowers Of Evil

Part1

She's kind of, perfect, in every way. I could talk about her for hours, her hair, her smile, her laugh, her walk, her cheeks, her style, everything. There's just something different about her, I watch her walking to class every morning but she never notices. I like it that way, being able to just indulge in her immense beauty without anyone knowing is kind of comforting. I look forward to it everyday.

But today's different, she starred right past me as if she was looking at me, she started walking over, her long brown beachy hair swaying side to side, her pink strawberry dress dancing as the wind brushes past. After a long stare I notice it's me she walking towards, her face growing angrier and angrier. "Hey!, do you think something's funny?" "what no?" i was terrified, "i just-"
"well why are you starring at me?" i didn't know what to say, i couldn't just blurt out how absolutely goddess like she is, "i thought you're dress was pretty today" what else could i of said, "oh, thank you that means a lot" she said with that bright smile appearing on her face again, "that's ok, but why does it mean so much?" "i just never wore this dress before, it kind of brings out my eyes doesn't it?" "it really does, you're beautiful" i couldn't hold back "omg thankyou! i think you're outfit is very nice too, i love the chains" she grabbed my chain that were hanging round my neck, slightly brushing her hand over my body as she did so, "thankyou, i'll be on my way" "alright goodbye"
my palms were on fire, her voice is so soothing and just as sweet as her appearance.