Fourteen- Ally

I was pretty sure that they were the kindest faces I’d ever seen. How these kids, my age for Christ’s sake, could’ve captured me I didn’t know.

There was the first girl, Ashley, who spoke; she wore yellow highlighter skinny jeans with an electric blue top. Her lips were painted in red lipstick and she wore black eyeliner. She had platinum blond hair down to her shoulders that had clips to keep her bangs out of the way. She wore a mask of concern for me; I didn’t see that she wasn’t mad at me at all. Just worried.

The second girl was small with dyed multicoloured hair pulled up into a ponytail. She wore a green camouflage tank top, black jeans and a black hoodie. She was smiling apologetic at me.

The boy, who must only have been her twin, had shaggy rusty brown hair and wore a tee shirt that said Nirvana on it and black jeans. He didn’t look so sorry but he didn’t look pissed either. Just worried for everybody else.

 The last one, the other boy, was gorgeous. His eyes were the most brilliant shade of blue I had ever seen matched with jet-black messy waves that weren’t quite curly but not quite straight. His lips were pulled into a little smile of interest. He was clearly assessing the situation with some type of amusement … and I had to stop gawking at him.

 He wore nothing but a pair of grey sweatpants and a red hoodie with no shirt underneath. They must’ve been on their way to the pool or something.

They all huddled into a little clump of teenagers until finally making the decision that I wasn’t the least bit harmless to them (though no fibre of their being quite trusted me yet and I didn’t trust them all that much either…I mean, I was their captive!).

Ashley walked out of the room and when she returned, she reached out towards me with a cup of hot cocoa and despite my better judgement, I took it and knew that none of these people could be my enemies.