Character Sketch - the girl with violet eyes

So, today I woke up at 12:30. That completely and totally threw my day off – it’s like the day was half over before I even woke up. That’s just confusing.

And I will practice a character sketch. Because I have nothing else to write about.

Character Sketch ~

She turned around, with that perpetually surprised and confused look on her face. She registered that her best friend was waving to her, and her face blossomed into a carefree smile. She waved, enthusiastic, yet still gentle and graceful in her movements. She bent over and picked her white handbag made of soft leathery material off the plastic chair, and trotted over to her friend. She was a small girl, so she generally never walked. She was used to trying to keep up with her much taller friends’ strides, so she got into the habit of perpetually using a method of motion that was in between walking and running. It made her long auburn hair come to life: not like waves in the ocean, but perhaps like the small ripples made when a child drops a pebble into a still pond.

Her heels clacked softly on the ground, and her fluffy skirt made a soft rustling sound as the fabric rubbed against itself. She was dressed in a palette of pastels against a white backdrop. Her skin was fair and white, with only a rosy tint in her cheeks to liven up her pale skin. Her eyes burned a shocking shade of violet – the intensity of her eyes really didn’t match the slight and fragile aura of the rest of her body.

Within a few moments, she was by her friend’s side. Her friend stood a couple inches taller than her: jet black hair trendily cut, sharp edges and an outfit that screamed high fashion. They looked so oddly different, yet one can feel their utter closeness when they spoke. The raven-haired girl laughed with a mature grace, while the smaller girl giggled like tinkling bells. Linked arm in arm, they turned and walked down the hallway: elegance and grace, maturity and carefree delight, but both happy and full of joy.