Status: Hiatus
Forgetting Kelly Grace
Meeting Kelly
When I first saw her, she was leaning against the side of a brick building, a lit cigarette dangling between her lips. Her eyes were closed as she inhaled, and opened as she exhaled, smoke escaping from her pink lips.
I stopped briefly, just admiring her. But she noticed. “What are you looking at?” She asked, smirking. I don’t know why she had that smile, but I liked it.
“You,” I laughed, “I’m looking at you.”
She took another drag of her cigarette, calling me over with her pointer finger so I wasn’t ran over from traffic. “Who are you?” She asked. I could feel her eyes on me, looking me over, judging me.
“I’m Jason, who are you?” I ran my fingers through my dark hair. I could see her more clearly now that I’m up close. She was petite, with small features. She wore makeup, like most girls, but it wasn’t heavy like she didn’t have a self esteem. How she smoked that cigarette mesmerized me. I was hooked already, like the nicotine of those cigarettes.
“Oh me?” She laughed, “I’m Kelly Grace.”
I stopped briefly, just admiring her. But she noticed. “What are you looking at?” She asked, smirking. I don’t know why she had that smile, but I liked it.
“You,” I laughed, “I’m looking at you.”
She took another drag of her cigarette, calling me over with her pointer finger so I wasn’t ran over from traffic. “Who are you?” She asked. I could feel her eyes on me, looking me over, judging me.
“I’m Jason, who are you?” I ran my fingers through my dark hair. I could see her more clearly now that I’m up close. She was petite, with small features. She wore makeup, like most girls, but it wasn’t heavy like she didn’t have a self esteem. How she smoked that cigarette mesmerized me. I was hooked already, like the nicotine of those cigarettes.
“Oh me?” She laughed, “I’m Kelly Grace.”