Author: Green Pasta PM
She loved the color of her eyes. Claire .Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Romance - Chapters: 14 - Words: 10,963 - Reviews: 12 - Favs: 1 - Follows: 2 - Updated: 12-23-12 - Published: 07-08-12 - id: 3039994
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Claire was just a normal person. Normal, average, boring. There was nothing special about her and she knew that. Even the insects knew that. She sat under the massive apple tree at the center of a park nearby her house. A beetle was crawling on one of the leaves of a plant underneath the tree.
"Hello there," she whispered, looking closely at the small insect. It continued on its path, ignoring her. Her brows furrowed in frustration, almost as if she had expected a reply.
The area was well known for the scenery.
Not like it was anything special.
The Richards' family had lived in the same, old house for around a year and a half. It was just an average house on an average street in one of the most uneventful places ever. Well, in her opinion, at least.
The trees were green, the grass was greener, and the plants were a multicolored paint splatter on the landscape. Claire would have been able to appreciate the scenery more if she had been able to travel to other places and see how horrible they looked. However, her family disliked adventures and anything associated with "danger".
So she was stuck in the same boring city as she always had been.
With a sigh, Claire stood up; stretching from the hours she spent talking to the beetle. Who knew time could go by so fast, talking to an insect.
A boring insect that never responded.
She noticed that it had gotten brighter suddenly and checked her watch. It was a simple, dull black colored watch. It was nothing special. Claire disliked things that had more accessories and designs than it needed. All she wanted was the time and she'd be satisfied. Oh, she was rambling again.
With a sigh, she shielded her eyes from the sun's bright death rays with her hand.
It was a simple room, nothing special. The high-ceilinged room was dimly lit, the bulb of the old, gray lamp flickering every few seconds. The walls were painted a stark white, no paintings or decorations hanging from it. The plush carpet on the floor was a boring, white color, and a burnt odor lingered in the air.
It was nothing special.
Claire sat on her carpet, fiddling with her lip ring. A bad habit, one could say.
The faint sound of the front door opening and slamming shut was heard, she was pretty certain her brother had returned from wherever he went. With boring people comes boring routines. Except for the fact that her brother was not boring. Oh no, far from it.
Sebastian had a warm shade of brown hair which went nicely with his pastel blue eyes. All of that went even better with the black eye he had and always seems to have. He was a pretty popular person, surrounded by friends, females, and even adults. Everyone wanted a piece of Claire's brother, she thought with a snort.
Claire had the dullest shade of black hair, and an even duller personality. The only thing she liked about herself was her light brown eyes, which happened to match Sebastian's hair. Go figure.
She opened her door slightly, taking a peak out into the bright, large hallway. Claire hoped that Sebastian hadn't brought any company. Opening her door about halfway, she snuck out and tiptoed to the stairway at the end of the blindingly yellow hallway. A peek around the corner was all it took for her to see he had company.
She frowned and slinked back into the darkness, walking back to her room without another sound.
Company? Guests? Other people?
She disliked those words.