I ran towards what looked like the approaching figure. Yes, there was someone there! I was certain I wasn’t seeing things now. This mystery girl had short blonde hair that appeared to be cut into a bob. She didn’t seem in much of a hurry. She was ambling along casually, as if she was just out for a stroll.
I hurried up the hill. When I finally got to the top, I noticed that the girl had a low ponytail, not a bob. She had bangs the hung over her big hazel eyes.
“Is everything OK?” she asked, noticing that I had charged towards her and was now panting wildly. I was taken aback by her off-handedness.
“Well yes,” I mustered. “Are you?”
“Um, I think so.” Her eyes didn’t leave me for the long moment of silence while I thought up what to say back. Here was a stranger, who clearly was as cool as a cucumber about the fact that the world was missing. Suddenly my face began to burn. What if I had thought it all up and was scaring a random girl off the side of the road.
Her gaze was steady, but didn’t make me feel in the slightest uncomfortable, which was weird. I was a shy person, and most of the time just being around other people made me uncomfortable. I thought some more; could that be why I didn’t have man friends? I stuck out my hand and offered it to her.
“Olive.” I stated firmly. “Olive Smith.”
“Rochelle Jonson,” s he said. “Why were you in such a hurry?”
“Oh, about that.” I croaked shakily.
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