Why I Didn 't Not Be Working As Well Anymore

“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

“Yes, you there, that man er—young man I spoke to earlier,” she shrilled, clumsily trotting across the street. “Yes, you,” she panted, grasping hold of her centered, skirt slit and swiftly darting across the grass. “Oh it’s wet, the grass is moist,” she wailed. “Yes, you there,” she said again, pointing at me, nearing closer and clamoring up the porch steps. “Oh look, those are some beautiful, Ah—deadly roses!” she squawked, “I think they just made a ladder in my favorite tights.” Her face looked like it was going to sob again, but briskly, she straightened her stance and blew out a sharp breath. “I know,” she said breathlessly, “you're probably wondering what this horrendous woman is is doing in front of you and—oh my god, is this street full of supermodels!” her eyes shifted distractedly, gawking at Gemma. “You look like an angel. Your light, champagne blond hair is so gorgeous, and you're so lean and perfect—how tall are you? She quizzed Gemma.

Clary sat on the bed brushing her long red hair. She wore a black cotton long short shelved shirt, black skinny jeans, and simple dark red flats. She ran the purple brush through her thick red locks, carefully making sure that she caught every snarl, snot, and tangle. Her back turned to Luke, as she gazed out the glass window into the early morning

Her legs were long, lean, and tan. Her blue shorts were loose, unlike her shirt. It was pitch black; showing all her curves and her flat toned stomach, but sadly it didn't show anything more than her neck and hands. Her dark brown hair was pulled in a high, messy ponytail. A strand of hair had fallen out and was on her full pink lips a split second before she unconsciously brushed it away. I took a moment before I finally looked her into her brown eyes. They weren't the brightest but by far the most captivating as she too studied me.

He stopped laughing, but still smiled. “She is, but you being angry is hilarious,” he said.

“I can’t remember,” Jane said, looking at the label. “Kate’s got so much stuff. Open it, and have a look.”

“Then how do you explain all the things that still happen to them now?” Savannah then asked me now sounding implacable.

“Well, I’m supposed to be training so I can get my book of life from Nova,” Echo said

Zack smiled some and said, “Naw, I think I have been crazy about her for a long

Kirstie was looking at Scott, a hand over her mouth. "Scott?" Her hand slowly lowered. Scott's eyes flickered down to the fallen bag beside her feet and he followed the journey of a lost apple as it rolled into the street, immediately being crushed by a car. He flinched and looked back at the tiny blonde. Wait, she had silver hair now. Huh. "Oh my god, Scott. Are you okay? I know you heard the news about..." she hesitated before forcing the name out.

Eventually, I hear Andrea call from the dining area. “Dinner is ready! And Molly, may I have a word with you?” I’m shocked when I glance at the clock to see that two hours have passed. Talking with Josie came so easily and naturally, like I was catching up with an old friend. I hug Josie goodbye and thank her for her hard work on my newly styled hairdo. To some, it may have just looked like an uneven braid, but to me and Josie, my hair resembled that of a glamorous

And then she saw them. They looked so fucking clean. Shining, glinting in the fluorescents. Frank’s hair-trimming scissors flashed up at her, prodding her, calling to her. Her manic gaze focused in, fingers twitching incessantly. She had never thought of this before, never given much thought to the long, cascade of lush dark hair that fell in waves down her back. Frank loved it, loved to run his fingers through it. Loved to hold on to it, pull it as he arched her back and bent her over to-

"You know.." She trailed off, growing nervous. She was afraid he would get mad at her for asking. Luke raised his eyebrows at her, and she let out a deep breath. "How you became a heartbreaker."

In his intoxicated state, he stumbled a few steps before landing on the bed, on top the barely covered girl. Her fire-red hair was stuck in all different directions, much similar to Logan's short blonde hair. She was maybe a Freshmen or Sophomore, desperate to get laid with senior class boys.

The class stood around her, gaping. They stood silent until, Gabriel, Charlie's crush, spoke up. "Wow, that was amazing." He said, his bright blue eyes shining. He brushed back his blonde hair, as it was in his eyes, and smiled. He had the most beautiful smile, perfect straight, white teeth that Charlie could just imagine sparkling as he