STORY - Lend Me Your Hand

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Lend Me Your Hand

   I remembered the halcyon days as if they were yesterday; Every scent, detail and even the sensational air. I would gaze up at the little, puffy white clouds, trying to make out shapes. A radiant, scintillating sun was aligned neatly in the centre of a gradient of a pearly pink and light blue. It illuminated these clouds, making them glow pastel shades of blue, pink, crimson, orange and even yellow. Scattered across the sky, like childrens' building blocks, was an array of twinkling lanterns.

   I weaved my way through the crowds of bustling people, Emily following right behind me.

   "What is it with these people and Chinese New Year?" I heard her mutter under her breath. Feeling the wind lash streaks of gold hair across my face, I quickly darted round the corner.
   "Violet, wait for me!" she cried, falling back into the crowd. Rolling my eyes, I called for her to hurry up. Finally, we stopped on the corner of a deserted street, Emily still puffing for breath.
   "Gosh! I hate Chinese New Year!" she articulated, exhilirated.
  "Don't be so negative! Anyway, I think it's an adventure," I announced. She scoffed, but didn't say anything.

   School seemed very peculiar that morning. Everyone was quiet, and some of the girls were standing flat against their locker, brushing their hair flirtily. Ignoring them, I strode briskly into class, my golden curls bouncing as I stepped, making flecks of gold appear to dance around me. Taking off the single-strap rucksack slung over my shoulder, I noticed a new boy sitting in the seat across from me. His eyes, like cyan oceans, were almond-shaped and ringed with green. He had a gradient nose, his legs were slightly curved like the timbers of an old house, and he had dark, fair hair swept across his face. Typical hotty. Probably explains the flirting girls.

   I looked over at Emily, who was twirling a platinum blonde curl around her index finger. I raised my eyebrow. Suddenly, she noticed me looking and flicked it away. Grinning, I turned back around.
   "Hey," said a deep voice. Rolling my eyes, I looked over at the new boy. "I'm Nathan," he said, his eyes crinkled to the humour of his mouth. "You must be..?"
   I flinched. "Violet."
   "Cool. I don't know how to say this, but...Are yo-" I put my fingers in my ears. I'd already been expecting what he was going to say.
   "Geez, fine, alright! I was just asking! No need to be so moody..."

   "I'm not being mo-"

   "Ahem?" coughed a familiar voice from behind me. Mrs Andrews was leaning over me, an eyebrow raised. She was a tall, thin lady with sharp cheekbones and dark, curly hair that hung in tangled clumps. Usually, she wore a pink, cable knit cardigan, long, floral dress with a thin black belt wrapped around her narrow waist and heavy beige platforms. "Mmph, yes," she grunted.

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~Eve