A day at the dock — || Anya & James
James was new here, just arriving the other day. He had already unpacked and met a couple people. Although he knew everyone’s name, he didn’t personally know them, and he wanted to change that about some people. He had heard a couple things about some people, and he had told a couple things about some people, but other than that, life had just been him, playing call of duty in his room.
It was a sunny day, and he heard that the dock was a fun place to be. He put on blue and black striped swim trunks, and his aviators over his eyes, sliding on his sperry’s, then he got a towel, throwing it over his shoulder as he walked towards the dock. He began to sit down, then he saw a girl there. He analyzed her up and down, before he sat down, then he knew who she was. Anya. They hadn’t even spoken, but he had heard good things about her. He sat down next to her, his towel underneath him, his feet hanging off the dock, into the chilly water. “You’re. Anya.” he said, in a questioning tone, as he broke the ice between them.
Anya was having one of those days, and did something she usually regretted, but couldn’t help but doing. It was a nice day, but with the things that happened she decided to wear her old dance shirt that covered most of her bicep, which she was glad for. Throwing on a pair of black shorts, she walked to the dock, and no one was there. It gave her perfect time to go ahead and clear her mind, maybe even let out a few tears or something.
Minutes passed and kept her composure, yet she wasn’t even trying. She was feeling frustrated not being able to let out her emotions, especially now that she was away from home. Her feet were in the cold water and kicked her feet, making little splashes. Hearing footsteps creak, and an unfamiliar voice, she jumped and turned her head, looking at a boy she hadn’t met yet. Hearing what he said, she wondered how he knew about her. Slowly she nodded and gave him a small smile.
“Yup, that’s me. Hey,” she said awkwardly. Anya began to feel bad that she didn’t even know his name. “Er- I’m sorry, I don’t think I’ve caught your name…”
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Listening to James voice, he seemed like he was more of a quiet kid. Almost forgetting that they were in a program, she...
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He could tell she was deep in thought, as he figured many people were. He was, a little. He felt good, yet bad about...
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