Once again (Open)

Narration
Thought
(Spark does not speak)

Spark sits in a shaded area, scribbling away on a note pad. He is dressed in some plain, darker-colored clothes and sitting kind of out of the way and hunched over his writing. Though probably going unnoticed do to Electro drawing Blaire's attention, Spark does look up at the sound of someone passing him. The eyes taking in Blaire are a brilliant blue, even if they are slighty sunken and shaded.

Spark's hand remains active even as his eyes leave the page, transfering his thoughts onto the page. Red hair... that's uncommon, odd... dyed maybe?...it seems a bit darker then one might think.... He has neglected to raises the notebook and, though scralled and upside-down, his scribbles are surprisingly legible for something someone's writing without looking at it. He does eventually tear his attention from the odd coloration long enough to notice that he's still writing.

With a look of annoyence Spark tears the page out of the note pad and crumples it up. Holding the paper between two fingers he works his other hand into his pocket, pulling out a lighter. Striking the lighter and ignighting the paper in almost one, practiced motion, he watches the page burn to ash before returning his gaze to the other two.

Anyone who listens to school rumors might pick Spark out as the guy who supposedly cut out a boys tongue some time back.

Narration
Thoughts
Speech

"Nothing much," I said "I'm just buying myself dinner again because the Peace Keeepers are making my mom and work work late again tonight. It's quite frustrating actually." I wasn't sure why I was saying all of the but she was acting very comfortable with talking to me. I'm not as nervous anymore which is a good sign. Usually I'll run off by now but her flower starts to fall. I try to catch it but she caught it first. I noticed she's smiling which good "Whatcha smiling about?" I ask in curiosity, but I also notice some guy standing in the shade across the street.

Shade guy is writing something yet he's staring at us. I try to make it look like I'm looking at Blaire when I'm really making sure shade guy isn't a creeper. How can he write without looking at his paper? I wonder. Then he looks back down and rips the paper out. Next thing you know he lights it on fire and looks back at us. I couldn't tell if it was out of some unknown hatred or what. All I knew was that he was starting to creep me out.

Maybe I'm just being judgemental. I don't even know the guy. I say in my head. But I''m getting a weird vibe off of him. Plus I feel uncomfortable having him watching us. "Do you want to walk walk with me? I ask Blaire. I start lean in and whisper "Maybe we can talk when shade guy isn't staring at us" and jerk my head in his general direction.

no color this time sorry
"Um hi. You kind of creep me out but you don't talk. You listen pretty well so can I talk to you please? I could really need it." He said as tears are falling down my eyes. Why am I crying? I thought I didn't do it. Well the other district killed her not my brother. But why am I crying? I just sat and cried for no apparent reason. Why mustt I share other people's guilt?