His face had the shape of a moon, even the colour of it. He was extremely pale and it almost seemed like the grey colour you see when your eyes follow the bright moon surrounded by darkness at night. The green and yellow colour of his eyes were therefore extra noticeable. It was a remarkable eye colour, it had dots and dashes of yellow through the dark green canvas. His nose was pointy, as was his jaw. It was a strange combination of features, making a weird looking face. One could imagine that some would find him pretty, but he wasn’t the average good looking boy. She had brown hair cut short just below her ears. Her massive forehead was hidden by the bangs, falling over it. She however pushed them frequently to the right side so they wouldn’t annoy her. Her round cheeks were always red making them look like tiny apples on her face. Her big mouth was filled with straight teeth which she showed all the time as she was always giggling and smiling about something. Rose was likeable so it wasn’t weird that Rooth did. He never really said anything, he just looked at Rose silently and tried to come up with words to say. Rose was rather fascinated by Rooth but she did not know how to talk to him as he was always so silent. Her eyes were a hazel colour and it seemed as if they were always shimmering with joy. She was a quirky, well mouthed and kind girl. So it almost never happened that she didn’t know how to talk to someone. With Rooth however, she was clueless. Rose had so much energy all the time and never stopped talking, so she never noticed it if Rooth looked at her. He seemed to be a ghost. She did however, notice him. She had studied his face when she wasn’t busy with herself. When her energy had boiled down she caught herself looking at him. Trying to understand the person behind these remarkable eyes. She wanted to become friends with him, but that didn’t mean a lot, because she wanted to be friends with everyone. He wanted to be friends with her and that did mean a lot. Rooth didn’t have friends. He was too shy and too tired to talk to people, his energy level was so low that he just minded himself and even that was sometimes too much. But he wanted to get to know Rose. There was just something about her that no one else had. He knew that a lot of boys saw that too, but he also knew that Rose wouldn’t choose just a boy. Even though Rooth had no friends whatsoever and wasn’t the prettiest boy, he was confident, sometimes a bit arrogant even. He knew he was something special and that is why bothered to try with Rose. And thus it happened one day, she was alone, something that rarely happened. He sat down, sharing a table with her without realising it. ‘Your eyes are lovely.’ He didn’t react as no one ever really talked to him. ‘Rooth?’ Hearing his name from someone other than his family or a teacher made him jump a little and he lifted his head quickly. ‘Rose?’ It was weird to say the name, that his mind had said silently so many times, out loud. ‘Your eyes are lovely.’ His mouth tried to smile but he didn’t really know how so just lifted one side of his mouth. ‘Thank you.’ He wanted to say more but he didn’t. All his vocabulary seemed not enough to impress Rose. ‘So, are you going to the play?” “No.” It took a while before he remembered that he should ask if she would go. “Are you?” “Yes. Illa is making me.” “Illa?” “She is in our class. The blonde girl, almost white.” “Oh.” “Why aren’t you coming?” ” I just, plays aren’t really my thing.” “Well what is your thing?” “I like to read.” “Oh.” It was an awkward conversation and Rose was little annoyed that he did not put a lot of effort in the conversation, but Rooth did. He did all he thought he could. He just wasn’t very good at talking. Again, silence. Rose had no idea what she could ask him and Rooth had no idea what to say, which words to use. ‘What do you want to do?’ ‘What do you mean?” “After school.” “I want to study philosophy and psychology. You?” “I want to be a doctor.” “Why?” “I don’t know, it just seems wrong to do anything else than help people, do some good in this world.” Her eyes had widened, she looked serious and the passion in her eyes looked like the flames coming from her burning desire to help, do good. That was the kind of girl she was, she seemed flawless, always smiled, always kind. She had a good soul, but no one is ever perfect and she wasn’t. Firstly: her left arm was completely burned, at least the skin on it. The flesh had burning marks all over it and was still extremely sensitive. She had slight OCD. Her bangs needed to be pushed to the right side, she would otherwise freak out. She also had to be friends with everyone, everyone had to like her, she would go to great lengths to befriend them, even forgetting het other friends. There was one thing Rooth and Rose had in common. They had no real friends. Rooth had just no one around him and Rose had a lot of people around her but no one was really close to her. She had a lot of good friends, but no best one. She was lonely, but she never wanted to admit it.