Georgia was always hot and humid, no matter the weather, except for the summer, then it was simply torrid. So when young Solomon Olds was covered in sweat before he even reached school, he wasn’t surprised, but when he saw a Остаться в живых Энджел on the curb, then he was shocked. Her hair was sort and bright red, blood red, it hung in strands over bowed head, which dangle above her crouched body on the curb. Obviously, she wasn’t from Georgia, with her black skinny jeans, Nirvana tee, and the black and white flannel tied around her waist, but her black шнурок, кружева up combat boots were appropriate. With a glance a her army green back pack complete with Золото skulls, Solomon, deciphered she was on her way to school. “New to Georgia, huh?” he сказал(-а) crouching down a bit
Her head flicked up Показ her sweat drenched face and grey eyes glazed over from the scorching heat, “Oh…yeah, kinda easy to tell, isn’t it?”
“Lil bit.’ He smiled, outstretching his hand and pulling her to feet.
She pulled her back pack up to her shoulder “You a native?” she asked nodding her head at his outfit, complete with cameo cargo pants and a white V-neck, which stuck to his sweaty, tan muscular body, he too also wore cargo boots.
“Yup” he said, his accent slightly еще highlighted “Been here my whole life, but I’ll leave one day, Georgia’s one of those places that are meant to be left behind.”
She smiled, pushing a sticky strand of crimson hair away from her face, “Well maybe so, because it certainly doesn’t have a good first impression.”
Solomon laughed “Well Ты better get used to it, the weathers not even at its peak yet.”
She groaned “How exciting. Well anyway, I’m Christy McClain.”
Solomon smiled “Solomon Olds, but Ты can call me Soul, and don’t forget my name, because one day, I’m goanna be famous.”
Christy smirked “I’m sure Ты will, but right now can Ты tell me were Sandy Creek Middle is?”
Soul walked in front of her “Sure thing it’s my destination too.”
“well lead the way my tour guide.”
“I’m on it”
Her head flicked up Показ her sweat drenched face and grey eyes glazed over from the scorching heat, “Oh…yeah, kinda easy to tell, isn’t it?”
“Lil bit.’ He smiled, outstretching his hand and pulling her to feet.
She pulled her back pack up to her shoulder “You a native?” she asked nodding her head at his outfit, complete with cameo cargo pants and a white V-neck, which stuck to his sweaty, tan muscular body, he too also wore cargo boots.
“Yup” he said, his accent slightly еще highlighted “Been here my whole life, but I’ll leave one day, Georgia’s one of those places that are meant to be left behind.”
She smiled, pushing a sticky strand of crimson hair away from her face, “Well maybe so, because it certainly doesn’t have a good first impression.”
Solomon laughed “Well Ты better get used to it, the weathers not even at its peak yet.”
She groaned “How exciting. Well anyway, I’m Christy McClain.”
Solomon smiled “Solomon Olds, but Ты can call me Soul, and don’t forget my name, because one day, I’m goanna be famous.”
Christy smirked “I’m sure Ты will, but right now can Ты tell me were Sandy Creek Middle is?”
Soul walked in front of her “Sure thing it’s my destination too.”
“well lead the way my tour guide.”
“I’m on it”
