Stealing Light (open)

{Sunset comes later, as the summer days lengthen. Just the the way she likes it.}

{The only time she doesn't like the sun is when it blinds her.}

I notice the other girl coming from the other direction. Oh great. Now there's two of them. I hugged the cat tighter to my chest. My python-like grip elicited a sharp hiss from the kitten.
I whispered to her, "Sorry." I tried not to choke her out again.
I watched the other girl come nearer. She was dressed in what looked like expensive exercise clothes. She was sweating profusely, but a smile still spread across her face. I widened my eyes as she took more steps towards me. She didn't seem at all nervous. Maybe she was from one of the rich families.
I gulped. She stopped and said, "Hi! I am Clove. And who are both of you?" The kitten dug her claws into my arms. I gritted, "Sunny. Sunny Skye, District Five." My parent's told me to greet people this way. Mother especially told me it would help me stay out of trouble. Hopefully, it would work this time.

There is a boy, whom introduces himself as Dandro or something. Wow. He is tan, muscular, tall. Extremely handsome. Yum."I call dibs",I say to the little girl, though I know she is obviously not competition, because of her age. This boy looks my age. I am fifteen, and will be sixteen in around a month.

My pulse is still reviving itself from my run, so I decide, for the first time ever, to flirt with a boy while I am sweating."Whew it is hot out here!", I exclaim while I strip off my running jacket and leave just my tight, low cut cami on. I have to admit, I am luckier than most girls in the upper chest area. So I take advantage of that.

I take my hair down out of its ponytail and shake it loose. This boy isn't out of my league, I am attractive and I know it. I don't brag about it but I know I am not ugly."Uh, lets take this girl home first, since she is youngest", I suggest. Then we head to the little girls house.

{C'mon, sing this sunny song. Pretend everything's chipper.}

"I call dibs," Clove says to me. I wrinkle my nose, but don't reply back. Flirting. Disgusting. As for me, I hadn't reached "that stage" yet. The other girls at school talked about it, but nothing ever happened to me. It's probably because I don't have the best diet and the best house and the best life. But I don't really care, just like I don't care if she wants to flirt. Be my guest, I think to myself.

Dendro was an interesting name, I think as he introduces himself. I like my name: Sunny Skye. It's a pun, to be sure. My mother was a cheerful person. She always had a joke up her sleeve. Father was the same way too. I don't know why I turned out so quiet. Well, I guess it's because I only really knew them for six years before they were taken away.

The light had faded, and she had to agree that it was time to go home. At least these people don't seem dangerous. I smile and say, "Yes. Let's."

Then Clove talks about how she wants to take me home first. I'm fine with that, except for the way she lords it over me. My cat doesn't like it either. She crawls out of my grasp and back to her rightful position on my shoulders. She hisses at the strangers before wrapping her tail around my neck to steady herself.

I hear footsteps behind me and turn to see another older girl. I don't like this. There are too many people. She doesn't look like she wants to be noticed either. I can totally relate to her. I breathe softly, "Hi." I think I've seen her around school and town, but I can't be sure in this light.

Yet another girl comes over and decides to join our little freakin pow-wow. It's a girl that I know goes to my school, because I have cheated off of her papers in class before. Honestly, I like her. She has the potential to be extremely popular, I just wish she would realize it. She could be so pretty, with make up like I use and nicer clothing. I keep gesturing my body at Dendro, yum, and I hope he is getting it. I am not worried because I like know that neither of these two girls are competition, because if this is a normal,hormonal teenage boy, then he will choose the prettiest, which is obviously me."Oh, hi girl from class. . . . .", I say unenthusiastically.