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Subject: Bergil Author: Anelwien [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 00:07:53 05/16/02 Thu Anelwien leaned against the fence, waiting for her mother. She was nearly 15 minutes late, and the fight was to begin at any momment. Her eyes darted around the crowd, she saw a few of her friends scattered about, sitting with their families. She was about to give up and go find a seat when she saw him, walking into the stadium. Bergil. He walked casually and with confindence. His dark hair moving a little in the breeze. Anelwien's heart leaped when she saw him. Suddenly, he spied her. Anelwien was mortified, what would she do? She didn't dare utter a word, she didn't trust her own voice. So she smiled, weakly, and quickly stuffed some of her unruley locks behind her ears. Her hair was pusshed messily behind her head up in a untidy bun. Her sickly white skin was smudged with dirt on her cheek, and freckles ran helter-skelter across her nose and cheeks. Anelwiel couldn't believe that today, of all days, she would have to be seen by Bergil. I must look utterly horrid to him, she thought, No wonder he wants nothing to do with me. He walked casually towards her, as if she was any other person in the world. He carelessly leaned against the fence beside her. She swallowed, he seemed so confindent. "Good after noon," he said, she ignored the slight squeak in his voice, "Lovely day." "Yes it is," she said, shyly. She felt so incredibly stupid, she didn't dare look him in the eye. She wished for him to say more, but his friends called him away. Her heart sank when she heard them call him. Every bone in her body wanted to ask him to sit with her, to ask him to stay, but she choked back the words in her throat and kept quiet. Just then, her mother came walking up to her. "Sorry I'm late, dear, the crowds are terrible. My goodness, look at those seats fill up! We better find ourselves a place to sit," she said. "Yes, mother," Anelwien said quietly. Her eyes almost strayed toward Bergil, but she fixed them straight ahead. don't fool yourself, he'd never look at you, she thought as she took a seat beside her mother. [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]