There is more to me what meets the eye. I look like mousy brown hair geek with huge oversized horn-rimmed glasses. Tall, but lanky and flat as a plank. I was not blessed with curves in the slightest I’m ignorable, invisible, and that is the way I like it.
I jump rough top to rough, racing to follow my target. The cool night air whipping across my body as eligible runs and jumps the streets of Paris below.
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The hot rays of the sun beamed down me, and I couldn’t help but feel like a bug gradually burning under a sunbeam in a microscope. It was a usual Texas summer, it wasn’t even really June yet, but Texas only really had two seasons: Winter and Summer. I walked to my car, squinting at the sun. I pulled out my keys and I was just ready to unlock it when I heard someone call my name.
I spun around and my eyes went wide as I saw a face I hadn’t seen since I was High School. Even ten years and a lot of changes later I would never forget that face as long as I lived. My lips quirked into a wide grin. I hurried over to him and hugged him. He laughed, the sound of it deeper now with age.
“Nice to see you again, too.” He murmured, as he kissed the top of my head.