Isabella is on fire. Her bleach blonde hair is stuck to her soft, pale skin, which is dripping with the most hot, sticky kind of sweat there is. Her sharp, grey eyes are piercing the returning glare of the boy’s mousy brown eyes, which eventually begin to water; Isabella's brother. Her thick, pink lips are held back in a low snarl, exposing her perfect, gritted white teeth, glinting in the sunlight. Her anger wells like a lump, beginning in her stomach and ending in her parched mouth. Her fists clenched so hard her knuckles run white.
“L-look,” The boy stammers breathlessly, flushing. “I didn’t mean to upset you Bell. Er, oops! Sorry! I mean Isabella, really I di-“ But he cuts off as Isabella’s eyebrows narrow further, the color in her cheeks gone.
“Don’t speak, Edwin.” Isabella chirps in a shrill, staccato voice. Edwin freezes. His muscles tense in anticipation of an attack. His teeth clamp tightly together. It was coming and he knew it.
“How dare you!” she screams. The energy in the room surging through the floor and into the feet of poor, exasperated Edwin, and turning into a violent adrenalin.
“How DARE you!” she repeats again, more intensified than before. Edwin’s teeth start to chatter. He’s at a loss for words.
To Be Continued...
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this is an amazing piece of writing. Give this writer a pat on the back! I hope to see more from Claire.
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