Excerpt

The beginning of a story I am working on. Love between social classes

The sunlight reflected off her hair as she worked. It seemed to be a masterpiece. The hair she despised was being caressed softly by the warmth of the sun. I couldn’t help but smile. She looked up at me, angry, and demanded to know what was funny. I couldn’t tell her the truth, I would be thought a fool to have noticed and thought anything about her. As she turned back I looked closely at her hair. It was dark brown, I noticed. I always thought it was black. It looked soft despite appearing frizzy. I realized how little I knew about this girl. I did not even think she was beautiful. As she glanced back up at me, I caught an expression I had never seen before; one of fear and love. I wanted to look at her. I called her name softly. She looked up again, bothered by my incessant presence. I took that moment and drank in her appearance fully, for the first time. Her eyes- I thought they were brown like her hair, but I realize now they are a blue as deep and dark as the ocean. Her nose- I thought once it was too big for her face, but she would look wrong with any other. Her lips- I once thought to be so thin, were a soft and tender pink. At that moment her lips moved. I was so entranced by those magical lips that I couldn’t hear what they were saying. I looked away from her and her smooth, silken voice washed over me.