Luke Conley: A Short Story

Her face is so small and round her features very soft. She has big beautiful deep brown eyes that glisten like honey in the sunlight, and a curtain of long lashes that brush her cheeks when she smiles. Her lips are pale pink pouty and full like two rose buds. Her almond colored skin paired with her deep brown hair makes the perfect combination. Her face is framed by the dark mane of curls, short and voluminous it moves at the slightest tilt of her head. Only being 5’4 she reaches my shoulder when standing side by side. Anything she holds looks enormous in her small dainty hands resembling a fairy’s.

“I’m not staring, I’m admiring. “Edward said, still looking across the cafeteria at her. Lexi had long brown hair and dark brown eyes the color of dark chocolate. She usually had her hair in a ponytail or a braid. Today

Umber eyes greeted me as I jolted forward. She was a younger girl, much younger than me. Her eyes still held the glint of naivety as she smiled at me. Her skin was the color of cinnamon, and her hair were black ringlets pulled back by a band.

Luke slowly pulled his chin out of his hand. “I dreamed last night that the girl was found, Dad.”

Luke let his thoughts go with the dancing lights on the water's surface. Lost within himself, his mind flitted back and forth, touching base with various notions at random. He needed time to prepare himself for the encounter, to lose the heaviness that drew his thoughts back the night before, spent struggling to breach Tyrena’s defenses. Ultimately, he’d failed and punished would likely follow. As luck would have it, Luke had managed to capture Wes Janson and Wedge Antilles. Janson was of no use to the young prince, however, Antilles… Luke remembered him. Perhaps when he was younger, he’d seen him around father’s social gatherings, before the war had started, before his father slaughtered a majority of Corellia’s noble families.

When Luke was growing up, he had no idea who his parents were. He was raised by his grandparents in a rural area of Louisiana. He made two really great friends in elementary school, Michael and David. They would go on to play a part in Luke's... interesting encounter with a man who despised others.

Then as I sat on the bed, my roommate walked through the door. She had blonde-brown hair that curled in a way that it would knot itself together throughout the day. Her blue eyes stood out beautifully against her tanned skin. She looked to be slightly above the average height for a girl our age and she seemed of average weight as well. She quickly unloaded her clothing into her closet without speaking a word to anyone before departing to buy a new dress for the banquet that would be held after the school had

For now, I put my arm around the little girl beside me. “Well, I guess it’s pretty lucky I ran into you then, my little Lanes,” I say, giving her a squeeze.

On September 5th 2016 I got backed into by a car. It was labor day and my best friend Reiley, her brother Wes and I were going to the beach to use sparkles to celebrate labor day and after I was to sleepover their house and go to freshman orientation. This day happened to be Reiley’s dad’s birthday and earlier that morning her great aunt passed away so it was already an eventful day. We drove to the beach and jammed hardcore to irreplaceable by Beyonce. Once we got to the beach we all got out of the car Reiley was driving, Wes was in the back seat and I was in the front seat I playfully hit Wes and then we started walking to the beach Reiley had run ahead because a minivan was backing up leaving Wes and I behind. Nothing was unordinary until

“Likewise.” I wasn’t happy about giving him my sweaty palm but he sort of threw me off balance. I didn’t expect that. “Elsa, my name’s Elsa.”

I pulled the Marlboro cigarette from my red painted lips, the evidence left on the cigarette, long enough to scoff at the overly used line. He obviously didn't take the hint as he sat on the bench beside me. I glanced sideways at him, allowing myself to give him a quick assessment. I immediately made note of our physical differences. My skin was pale as his was tan. My hair was dark brown as his, light blonde. I couldn't tell the color of his eyes, being that he had dark shades on. He was attractive, I thought. But I wasn't going to tell him that.

Luke slammed her front door, causing the flowers on each side of it to shake. She was such a bitch. Luke hopped into his car, revved the engine, and started to pull out of her driveway, but then he stopped. Everything he said repeated in his mind, and her face flashed into his head. She was right. He couldn't control who she hung out with. He was just overprotective, and he didn't want to see her get hurt by someone like Ryan-- or someone like himself. Luke knew he most likely ruined everything.

Lauren contemplated buying a white peasant blouse that she had tried on. She looked at herself in the dressing room mirror. The blouse was light so she knew she wouldn't get hot in it. She also wore light blue, high waisted, short shorts that showed off her tanned legs that seemed to go on forever. At the end of these long legs were her new light blue Converses. She just couldn't just not wear them. Her dark blonde hair was left naturally wavy, with wisps flying around here and there.

I spend the entire afternoon doing my hair and nails. Also, looking for the best outfit in order to impress. I chose to wear a short black skirt, pink shirt and black high heels.

If my character Luke ( Lee Grant) could protest something it would be the awful population police. In my book the population police are exactly what you think they are they control the population. But maybe the rules are a little to strict. You can't have more than three kids. And if you do, if the population police find out you have more they will execute that third child.