Chapter3~*~Robin

Gretchen twirled her hair around her finger and bit in to it softly. She hadn't even asked my name yet. She certainly was odd, like Marissa said. She also had this arua about her...


"You two ready?" Mrs. Sheferstein stood above us looking down. Disaprovingly or not, I couldn't tell. Me and Len had an ongoing joke about her. Most of the time we could barely tell if she was even a women.


Gretch batted her big brown doe eyes. "Uhh, yeah," she squeaked at the giantess. Gretchen was short I suddenly notieced. About 5 feet in all.


"Come on," I said rolling my eyes.


I heard a small gulp. She was worried. Cute.

Chapter 2 ~*~ Gretchen

Biting Shadows: "I sat down quietly in the seat next to the boy's. He had his head slumped down, in a tangled silver-y blond mess and his eyes closed. I almost grinned at the fact he was tapping his toe with no music playing. But I didn't. I don't grin at all anymore. Not since the nightmares.


'What are you here for?'


I swivel my head around to see the boy. Now hair pushed out of face to see his--stunningly, wow-ingly even--green eyes. 'Wha-what?'


He smiled a slow... smirk. Like he was mocking me before I had said more than 1 and a half words. Oh wait.


I tried to recollect myself for him. "Uhh, my consular said this would be good for me and my uuh, resume. To hang with another person. How many people are in this anyway?"


He rolled his eyes at me like I was slow. He was starting to annoy me but who was I to say anything? I was nobody to say anything. See Dad? I did learn things from you. "Like 2. Me and you," My eyes must have grown wide and he laughed. "God you should see your face. Naww there are a lot of us. But we get paired up with just one other and do like, trust counseling or whatever. Not like care."


Well. I guess I'll just have to wonder why he's in the program. I however am here for my resume. My college one. Nothing else. No--thing.


"Oh. Yeah." I say remembering that I was in the middle of a 'half' conversation. You know. Him talking and me rambling and mumbling. Maybe I should be going to a speech class for credits. "So are we meeting in a group or.. something like that?"


There was another dark laugh from the light boy beside me. "Suuure. And I bet they're all gonna love a little school girl like you. And your just gonna cuddle with them too I bet. Well, maybe Marissa," He flipped some long hair out of his face and turned to face me. "But of course. She loves squirrels."


I gulped in a little bit and tried to make it unnoticeable. He noticed. "Oh don't worry. I'm probably the worst when it really comes down to, you know," He bent close and turned those green eyes down to my brown ones, "Following up on those threats."

Wings The Are~*~Chapter 1~*~ Robin

Biting Shadows: "I looked at the ground from the cold leather seat of the therapist's office. 'The therapist.' Ha. Like I don't know the guy. I guess I'm just rolling into character. Wait no, not character. Just me being stupid. Never mind.

I'm pretty sure she's about to walk in.

Marissa reported dutiful from the cell phone she carried every where. She's been watching the girl--Gretchen?--all day. The only thing she wouldn't tell me is anything about her appearance which happened to be the only thing I needed from her. She said that I'll know who she is when I see her. God, My life is annoying. Or just my... family(?). Or what-ever they are. A lot of them wanted to play a long with me.

'Gretchen Johnson?' A soft voice seemed to question from the window. I closed my eyes and let that voice circle me for a minute. It was cool and soft and scratchy in the best way. Not what I had expected. But I guess I had to get used to it. Though it wasn't my choice.

'Ah, yes. It seems you have the three o'clock for the new program?' Margret replied pretending to run through files for her information we didn't have. 'Just have a seat next to Robin on in the waiting areas.'

There was a quick silence. Ha. She was about as excited as me. Grand. 'Sure.'"