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Author: Rayne Logan
Fiction Rated: K+ - English - Romance/Angst - Reviews: 1 - Published: 04-30-07 - Updated: 04-30-07 - id:2355221

A/N: A story I'll be writing alongside Lucy... hopefully. Introducing 'Fae Girl'!!

Logan’s POV

She caught my eye as soon as she moved. The grace and elegance with which she walked across the ground was unmatchable. It appeared as though she were floating across the grass, not lifting her feet at all, and yet, she didn’t stumble once. As she slowed her pace and approached her group of friends, I caught sight of a smile illuminating her cherubic features, which were framed by ash blonde hair – so pale, it was almost white. I couldn’t see her eye colour from where I was standing, but I imagined vivacious green eyes, or perhaps a sapphire colour. She was pretty – but acted as though she didn’t know the eyes of every guy around were on her. Guys lounged around in front of the school, hanging around on the steps, even talking to girlfriends… and every single one of them had this one girl in the corner of their eye. When she laughed, I felt my heart twist slightly, wishing it were me bringing that magical sound from her. I leaned forward somewhat, trying to catch the dying remnants of the tinkling resonance. I wanted as much of her as possible, but knew I was going to get as much as the rest of these guys were going to get. She wasn’t using her beauty to attract the guys here, her hair wasn’t exceptionally styled, her clothes not remarkably stylish. She was an ordinary girl with an extraordinary appearance. I couldn’t quite put my finger on what she reminded me of, all I knew was that I wanted to get closer, I wanted to note the smallest of her features – what colour were her eyes? Did she have any freckles? I leaned against an oak tree, trying to watch her inconspicuously, though not doing a very good job of it. She was sat down now, talking energetically with her small group of friends. I’d expect her to have a bigger troupe than that… but then again, everything about her seemed minimalist.

I know what she reminded me of. She looked like the fairies that I read about as a child, that my mother described to me. If she had the wings and the delicate clothing, she would look exactly like one of my mother’s favourite fairies.

I needed to know her name, what was her name?



© Copyright 2007 Rayne Logan (FictionPress ID:379422).


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