The girl seemed to have nothing special; she wore a school-issued dark coat with tiny golden buttons lining down the front, the navy blue fabric almost matching her backpack. Her hair was a glossy black, straight but teased and puffed out, just so that the messy bangs rested on her light eyebrows. A couple of raven strands hung past her ears, revealing two boring silver studded earrings that shined in the pale hours of the morning.
Yet, the more you looked, the stranger this girl became. Two red strings were attached to both of her ankles, right past where her tailored navy pants hung. Bandages were tightly wrapped around her throat, partially hidden from the long strands reaching her shoulders near the nape of the neck. A traditional Asian fox mask was strung across her backpack, the red swirling designs across its slanted eyes faded against the white painted wood. A long staff rested on the ground, with yellow slips of paper attached to one end, resting next to her beat-up sneakers smeared with blood.
You met the girl’s eyes and sucked in a sharp breath. They were gray, but so pale and seemingly translucent that they almost blended in with the whites of her eyes. They lacked life, emotion. It sent a chill down your spine.
Author Notes: //writing exercise//