Wind
"What do you want?" I asked the person standing before me. She was wearing black, leather clothing that made her pale skin look even paler.
Her platinum hair was pulled back into a high ponytail like I usually wore but her makeup was much darker. The smoky eyes made her normally light, bright eyes were much more intriguing and powerful. Her stare seemed to pierce into you like knives.
"I just want to talk," she said with a smirk on her face as she waved her hand and a couch appeared behind her, close enough for her to take a seat and sit down without having to move too far. "Come on, sit," she said with a pointed gaze.
I didn't move as I crossed my arms in front of me. My lack of obedience took her off guard and made her mad. "I said, come here," she cried out as she reached out
