Out of the Ordinary

Another small blurb from my journal.

Kinley was, as her grandfather often told her, a perfect combination of her mother and father. She was medium height, had brown hair, and these stunning grey eyes that caught those around her off guard more often than not. She was good in nature and relaxed. Languor, her grandfather would say, though he never meant it in the sense of lazy. He meant it as a determination to be carefree and laid back, just as she was. Kinley often spent her time dwelling on her thoughts and ideas of what the future would hold, yet never had much of a drive to actually get up and do anything about it. But things change. People change.

            There was no out of the ordinary behavior for Kinley that cool autumn night. She was doing as she always did, sitting in her room at her desk and scribbling nonsense onto lined notebook paper until her hand was tired and her eyes were sliding shut. However, there was something about that night that called her out of the house and into the darkness that was slowly swallowing the landscape around her. She was barefoot, her toes sliding though the grass and feeling surprisingly cool on her toes. Kinley thought that the sky was particularly beautiful that night, a dark purple overhead and a pinkish orange off into the distance.

            “It’s beautiful,” A voice she had never heard before graced her ears and to say that she was curious would have been an understatement, “Did you know that this is the most beautiful place in the whole town to watch the sunset?”

            Kinley shook her head and ran her hands through her hair, turning towards the voice and smiling. It was a boy. He was about her age, she assumed, tall, black haired, beautiful.