Esmé’s POV
The dry fall leaves crunched underneath my feet as I made my way across the schoolyard. My math binder pressed up against my plain blue t-shirt, my long black hair swaying in the breeze, I headed towards my best friend. Aileen was skipping vigorously while singing a song she made up and shouting “whoosawhoo” every time she did a double under. Next to her was an amazed Tommy, the cute little 5 year old I walked to school and home every day. Staring in amazement and clapping excitedly he received a face full of orange and brown leaves that Aileen’s skipping rope sent flying.
“Ailee-een! We should really go soon!”
“Hey Ez! What was that you said ?”
“Do you ever stop your mindless skipping to listen to people?” Aileen is a huge athlete, it would be a miracle if you saw her without a piece of sporting equipment.
“Of course!” She replied slightly taken aback.
“So then let’s go home” I said in an exasperated tone.
She was about to start skipping again when I said;
“Kate Aileen Jackson! Don’t you dare...” and I gave her one of my infamous piercing glares.
“Esmé Isabelle Valdez... don’t call me Kate.” she pouted. “And, it’s good for hand-eye co-ordination!” Turning to Tommy she said. “Oh well Tom-sternator, we better obey the evil party-pooper. As much as I hate to admit it, she’s usually right.”
Aileen slung her skipping rope over her shoulder as a smirk crept across her thin, pale face. Her long sandy blond hair glistened in the autumn sun swishing back and forth as she strode off in the direction of home. She left me behind, kicking up leaves and singing “Popular” from Wicked with little Tommy in tow.That’s Aileen for you, contrary as ever and so silly you would imagine she was Tommy’s age if she wasn’t so tall. At least Tommy was sweet and adorable with his big blue eyes and messy brown hair. He did seem to think that whatever Aileen could do, he could do too. This was his major flaw.
Well, that was the first chapter hope you enjoyed it. The picture is of Esmé if you were wondering. Vote, comment, fan. Thanks!
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