A broken soul (open)

I hadn't stormed out of the house today.

Fortunately, Jake hadn't done anything stupid to me this morning. Yet that was. He could be lurking at any corning. Waiting to pounce with some honey and cream to throw at me. Or he hadn't put his foot out to trip me. He hadn't broken any of my stuff. It was a good morning.

I brushed a bit of blonde hair from my face. It was hot out, and the sun wasn't being friendly my long hair that was sitting, wavy as ever, on my black jacket. At times like this, I wished that I didn't have that tattoo on my neck. I should just be able to put my hair up, into a nice long wavy ponytail, and no one would go: "A fifteen year old... who has a tattoo on their neck..."

I had decided to go somewhere I hadn't gone before. Exploring. It would be fun, right? It was while a way where I was going. It had been a place I had been told about. I walked and walked through the shrubs that contrasted with my bright red shoes.

But then I saw another blonde. She looked tired, and hot, like she needed some water. I didn't bring any thing with me, but she looked like she should have. "She's a blonde," I thought to myself, forgetting something important about that little comment. Oh, I am a blonde too... Oops.

I still hadn't walked up to her yet. She looked a little older than me. She was probably sixteen or seventeen. I don't know why I couldn't but my feet seemed to be holding me in place. I wouldn't be hard to spot, so she would see me eventually. The girl took a nibble from her bread. I wasn't hungry but the bread looked nice.

Then the girl looked up. Had she seen me, my face expressionless, my hair crazy and my bright red shoes on my feet?

She had seen me.

I stared at her. She stared back. She looked like she hated me. What had I done to her? Seriously. She was probably thinking: "Why isn't that girl giving me any water!?" If the blonde could see, I had no water!

I didn't even know what she was thinking, but I hated her. As much as I hated Jake. Ok, maybe a little less, but that stare! She looked at my shoes, and me, excepting to come with water. I am not a god!

I wanted to leave but I couldn't. I had to tell her that she couldn't just stare at a stranger like that! But I wasn't up to speaking to her. If she wanted to talk, she had to say something first.