I scanned my surroundings. A beautiful, petite blonde stood in the Young Adult section, her bright, intelligent blue eyes scanning the shelves with boredom, searching for something she'd never find. She was dressed all in black, yet her bangs were (badly) dyed purple, two pink and two red streaks tangled in her soft-looking hair. Interesting. I decided to talk to her, interrupt her futile search for the perfect book.
“Hey,” I whispered. She jumped, her blue eyes meeting my laughing brown was.
“What the hell. Yeah, scaring me sounds like a great idea,” she whispered sarcastically, widening her already enormous eyes. They were big enough to drown in.
“Sorry. It just looked like you were having some trouble finding a good book,” I apologized. Her skin was nearly translucent, a fact not helped by her dark wardrobe. She nodded vigorously.
“Yeah! Dude, like all of these books I've read or just SUCK. I mean, seriously, what the hell is up with all the freaking vampire romance novels? Y'know, if any of these damn writers knew anything about vampire legends, they wouldn't put their heroines in so much danger. And for real, who would want to be in love with a bloodsucking monster. Freaking stupid. My God. When I'm an authoress, I'm gonna make these writers see that there's more than just the freaking romance aspect! GOD! Bring on the fighting!” She talked with her hands, using broad gestures and spoke very quickly, the words blurring together. Her facial expressions were hilarious, though. I decided I 'd want to talk to her again.
“I agree. You're a writer?” I asked. She laughed and sputtered.
“Yeah, I'm as much of a writer as I am a blonde underneath all these crazy colors!” She exclaimed. “Darlin', you're fun to talk to. Let me write down my number.”
After doing so and handing it to me, her bright eyes went dark, focused on the door, uttering a low curse.
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