Hubba

Streaks of crimson highlighted the sky as the sun was just a sliver against the rolling hills. Trees rustled in the autumn breeze, branches dancing back and forth as if they were in the waltz. Leaves scattered around the ground and blades colored in crimson in the light of the sun. Even as the rays pound against the earth, nothing seemed warm as winger draws near.

A girl with rosy red cheeks and flaming red hair sat at a fountain. Sitting on a bench, she sketched out the scenery around her. The trees and foliage, the bird nests tucked tightly in the branches. The swaying blades of grass and squirrels that scale the trees. Her pencil danced across the page of her notebook, eyes transfixed on her work.

“Alex! Alex!” A squeaky voice rang throughout the clearing. The girl, presumably named Alex, didn't have enough time to look up before a small body slammed into her own. The pencil she carried dropped into the fountain water.

Groaning, Alex sighed and pushed the small body away from her. Before he was a young boy with curly ginger hair, freckles dusting his cheeks. With big blue eyes framed with a thick set of eyelashes.

“What do you want, Jeremy?” Alex pondered, irritation written across her face. Her lips pursed into a thin line and eyebrows furrow above her sky blue eyes.

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