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Hi, my name is Opal
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 | Mineral -Part 1- |
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 5 with 2 vote(s)
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| Created: 2008-11-16 15:54:57 |
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Opal Iridescence stood on the beach. Her purple hair was stiff with the wind and the rainbow highlights were pretty much faded out. Her ragged white dress looked plain and boring on her, like a cage holding back a great lioness of individuality. Her arms were adorned with many bangles each clattered lightly when she moved her slender arms.
The beach was a confusing being. The sea calmed her mind, the waves frothing gently as they slid over the sand, but hearing the stones and sand scrunch together under her boots put her teeth on edge.
She suddenly noticed a boy of about 10 standing in the very place where the white horses hit the sand. She stood, entranced, the boys blonde hair shadowing a perfectly carved ivory face. He just stood there, he never moved once, not to jump out of the way of the water, not to brush his hair out of his harrowing eyes.
Suddenly, a voice called across the sand. A melodic voice. It belonged to a willowy woman with long yellow hair and almond eyes peering out over a balcony in the block of flats by the beach. The boy finally looked up. Opals eyes greedily took in the boy's figure, face. hair, clothes. Grey jeans and a light grey T-shirt were hardly riveting, but something about the boy made her stare unabashedly on at him.
"Pyrite?" called the mother again. And suddenly, as if the boy had been whipped, he shot off like a bolt of lightning and into the block of flats. Opal finally looked away. 'What was WRONG with her?, he was a NORMAL YOUNG BOY' She tried to reason with herself but failed. There was something different about him.
She turned to go from the beach and realised she was not alone. A sallow figure stood by the path. |
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