She swings her arms around me and asks if I want to play with her. Of course, I'll do anything for her. She always has her favorite bow on. It was white with light sparkles. Her brown hair was always soft and curled. I always thought that she was pretty. We went to school together that day and we were sitting in class. Her head was on my shoulder.
Everything was perfect till that one boy came beside her. "Hi Avery," he said. "Hey Adrian," she says as she moves away from me. She sits straight up but too far away from me. Adrian picks up her hand, and I almost lose it. What is this feeling? Her hand was mine, not his. Avery turns around with a concerned look on her face as she looks at me. "What's wrong, Isaac?" She asks me. She moves away from Adrian and turns to me. "Nothing avy" I almost always called her avy it was shorter and she sometimes blushed when I said it.
She turns around and starts talking to Adrian again, and I can't place the emotion I'm feeling. I moved my gaze from her to an old painting on the wall that Avery and I made. She had paint all over her face and body. I look at them again. She's laughing, and I can't help but look at her. She's pretty even when she isn't trying. She turns, and her blue eyes connect with me again, and I feel relieved to see that she's happy. Adrian looks at her, and I want him to disappear. He looks at her the same way that I do. The teacher came inside and the class was immediately quiet. I looked at Avery. She has a huge smile on her face, and I can't help but smile at her smile.