Paint me a heart
Annabeth Andrews was talking to the class, her eyes were on mine, while her lips were slightly up at the corners, revealing a dazzling smile.
So she knew I was standing here?
Her hair was dyed black and its volume amazed me. It fell a little under her shoulders, curled at the edges. Big golden earrings in the shape of a triangle and circle were in her ears. A long, multicolor flower dress was complimenting her tall, skinny figure, and comfortable, bright red flats were making her mobile. Her lively eyes were exactly like mine, or mine were like hers. I swallowed, a futile try to remove the dryness from my throat.
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