BORED

UHH I'M WRITING SOMETHING FOR CREATIVE WRITING RIGHT NOW... I'M BORED!!!

here's some of it so far! D:

            At their usual spot in the park, Emerald and Amy sat in silence. Amy was swinging her legs back and forth, and Emerald watched the wind blow through the trees. It was peaceful, no words needed. Until one spoke.

            “Em… why are you obsessed with your appearance?” Amy asked.

            Emerald flinched.

            “What do you mean?” Emerald was trying to delay the answer. He knew what she meant; he just didn’t want to explain himself.

            “I mean like, you straighten your hair because you hate how wavy it is. You cover half your face with your hair because you don’t like how your face looks. Why is that? What’s so wrong with your face, and hair?” she elaborated.

            “Well… I don’t know. Wavy hair doesn’t look good on me. And I just hate my face. It’s ugly,” Emerald tried to show no emotion while saying this. This is how he’s usually been, covering his feelings with a bored look about his face.

            At this Amy grew angry, and lightly slapped Emerald’s left arm, the one closest in range to her.

            “How dare you! You’re not ugly! Your face is prettier than mine, and I’m a girl!” she yelled.

            “Uh, no way. And don’t call me pretty,” that was his pet peeve. Emerald did not like being called pretty, or anything that would be a word to describe a girl. Too many people thought he was a girl, especially because of his name. It wasn’t his fault he was born in May. May’s gem, being an emerald, was what he was named after because his mother thought it was ‘pretty’. She didn’t even acknowledge that a boy shouldn’t have that name.

            “Sorry, but it’s true. I wish I was good looking like you,” Amy said, looking down with her anger gone and depression pushing in.

            “Yeah you are,” when Emerald said that, Amy’s head snapped back up to look at him.

            “You think I’m good looking?” she asked, suddenly very curious as to what he thought of her.

            Oops. Didn’t mean to say that. What should he say now? He could of course tell her the truth, tell her just how beautiful she is, but what would she think of him if he said that? Too many worries. Just play it out like a normal question.

            “Well… uh… yeah,” he finally replied. He didn’t like how weak he sounded when saying it, though.

            “Really? Like what?” She started to become excited, clasping her hands together in joy.

            Dangit, now he had to explain what was good about her? This was too much.

            “Um… your… eyes?” he said inquisitively, because he didn’t want to weird her out. But it was true. Her eyes were the first bold thing he noticed about her.
            “What about them?” she urged on, becoming less excited about the conversation. Would he just spit out what he liked about her face already?

            “They’re big… and dark brown,” he answered slowly, then added “And shiny.”

            Amy’s eyebrows rose in embarrassment, he could tell. Was shiny the wrong word?

            “Haha! No they’re not!” she giggled awkwardly and denied his statement, in what Emerald thought was an adorable manner.

            “But they are,”

(this is just an extra. yes amy's hair is tan, because this story takes place when shes 13 and hes 14 (closer to 15) also, should I show this comic to mr whitmore? xD)