Well, here it is. My attempt at a short story. Plus, I'm writing it from a guy's point of view and so, guys, tell me if the main character sounds like a guy! Also, let me know if my story telling skills is up to par! Tell me what you think of it!
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She was elusive, quiet and eyes always trained on whatever new book caught her eye. There was nothing really remarkable about her. Straight, dark hair, simply clothed but her eyes. They were stormy, filled with all the stories she had read. Dreary from all the sentences she had consumed.
Also, her face, free from cake-like make-up some girls pack into their pores. Her hair was never fancy, curled or crimped. Just straight down her back or pulled into a messy bun, to show her careless nature about such petty things. She was nothing like the other girls that walked these halls of Marshall High School.
He had yet to speak with her but he felt as if he already knew her. All because of the books she read. He peered over shyly and saw that her pick of the week was something christened Life Lessons.
Interesting, he thought. What about this book made her so intent upon reading through class?
Joesph had never been one to read. He bored easily and it took too long to finish a novel. His mind was too busy wandering ahead of schedule. He was always thinking about what he would be doing in the next couple of hours. Probably watching TV and snacking on chips.
She shifted and he saw her flip to the next page, her eyes glued to the words crawling across the paper.
Why couldn't she be more interested in other things...like him?
He averted his gaze at that thought and glanced around the room. There were plenty of girls to choose from. Why was she so alluring? What was it about her that made him forget about all the other options in the room?
Why was she so elusive, this Rebbecca Clarinton?
What was her story?

