22 July 2012
"Em." Paul texted later. "You have to see these pictures. They're amazing."
"Oh." I texted back. "Let me see."
Paul sent me one. It was the picture of me looking up. It was just my eyes, peeking from the grass. I gasped.
"Not to be weird or anything, but your eyes look like really beautiful in this picture. Like really beautiful. So freaking beautiful."
I took another breath, gazing at this picture. Was it really me? Were those my eyes? They sparkled from the sun, all different hues of blues and greens. They clashed against my snowy skin.
It was hauntingly beautiful.
"I look like a grass demon," I texted, but I was really covering up my awe from something so beautiful coming from *me*.
"Can you PLEASE make it your Facebook profile picture? I'm like begging."
"Okay." I replied.
I sat back, staring at the picture that Paul was obsessing over.
But I didn't know there'd be more.
The Grass Girl (P5) • Opuss № I