Your character is in a gas station where they see a girl around 14 looking around for food. Two men keep a close eye on her, one from outside getting gas and another buying cigarettes. Something is clearly off.
#WritingPrompt: It wasn't the leather jacket or dark eyes that sent a chill down my spine. It was the sly smile that crept onto her face when she looked in my direction. No one was supposed to be able to see me.
"I never was, I never will be," Jayd said firmly, swallowing down the urge to cry as she stared into Roy's dark eyes with a strange feeling of guilt. "All of this... I put it on to make me look like one of your group. It's a mask. Inside... I still feel like a killer."
La verdadera esencia de uno mismo se encuentra en los ojos En el corazón que es el idioma de nuestra alma que refleja la inocencia de nuestro niño dentro. Los ojos son ventanas al mundo interior de cada persona y si sabemos tocar fondo.. no enseñará que es esa persona cuales son sus penas, angustias, alegrías. Tan sólo para entender sólo hay que mirar más allá.
I think she's special. She doesn't need anyone. Like that's the thing. Even if we were together, she wouldn't really belong to me. She doesn't belong to anything. She's off in her own world. Childish Gambino
MILES - A1115830 - - Manhattan TO BE DESTROYED 06/30/17 A volunteer writes: Miles reminds me of Felix the cat…he is the cutest, a petite gentleman with beady dark eyes, a sugar sprinkled muzzle, a compact (a bit too thin) oreo body and a Boston Terrier’s head. Miles was a hungry caterpillar when he arrived at the care center. He ate to his heart’s content, and now focuses more on socializing. He was already a friendly character then, but more so now. Mil