CASSIE'S POV
It was a chilly September evening. I was walking home from school with my best friend Emily Taylor. It was Friday, and we had been assigned a project on rennaisance Italy that was due in two weeks. We were going to my house to drop off our backpacks and then head to the library, as our history teacher was forbidding us to use computers for the research part of the project. Emily's long blonde hair flew around in the air from the wind. She had bluish green eyes and was taller than me, five foot six while I remained five foot five. My long, dark brown hair was tucked into a ponytail, hidden underneath my hood that I had put up to shield my ears from the cold autumn wind. My eyes seemed black, and always did, except in the sunlight when they shined a sparkly chocolate brown. But that was rare in our small town of Rose Creek in Canada. "What's so bad about using computers?" asked Emily. "I mean,just because Mrs.Lang is like, a hippie or something, doesn't mean she needs to take us back to the land of hippies with her." Mrs.lang was our history teacher. "She wants us to enjoy the beauty and power of the written word, and forget about modern technology. It's brain food, Em."
TBC cuz I'm on my iPod and the tiny buttons frustrate me!
You do a great job setting the scene right from the first sentence! I feel like I am really there! Great imagery! I can see your eyes in my mind when I read this! Some of your best work I think!!! MORE PLEASE!!!!!!!!!!
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