Monday, November 7, 2016

Amber Tears Excerpt

Genie rubbed her hands together. It wasn't that cold. It had been raining for days though. But still the temperature was a good 70. That was just the weather in Conyers in April. Lots of rain for days.

The February snow had melted away by March and now the rain was here. Since it was April, Genie knew of a few annual events that Rosabella might enjoy. All that was left was to invite her.

Genie removed her headset to listen to the sounds of the house. There wasn't much. It was quiet, but the faint sound of the door to the room in the hall swaying open. Genie was sure she was just imagining the soft laughter of kids playing. She had been hearing it since she was a kid and decided to ignore it a long time ago.

She picked up her phone and found Rosabella's name in her contact list.

"Hey, there's going to be the Cherry Blossom festival were our school chorus and drama clubs perform. It's not much of a thing, but would you like to go?"

Genie sent her text and waited for a response. She rubbed her hands together as she waited. She wanted this to be a date, but knew better of it. Rosabella was a beautiful girl and probably straight. Genie hadn't really dared to ask. Plus there was also the fact that Rosabella was a banshee.

'Do banshees even date?' Genie thought to herself. She read several books of vampires and werewolves dating mortals. She even read mangas were demons and even fairies had romantic relationships with humans. Though those were just stories, she sort of hoped that they were based on some small truths.

Genie jolted up at the sound of her phone's notification tone. She quickly brought her phone to her face to read the message.

"Sure! It sounds like fun. What day and what time?"

Genie could almost hear her voice on her head as she read her response. She double cheated the date and time on the flyer before texting Rosabella back.

Genie beamed with happiness as she slipped her headset back on. She plugged it into her phone and turned the music on shuffle. She flung her feet over the side of the bed as she walked over to her desk. She poured some water from her water bottle into the old glass jar as she picked up her paint brush. She pulled up a canvas with a pencil sketch on it. She put some pain into the small pallet she'd been given as a gift and began applying paint.

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