User blog:Brunettebraidsbooks/Dear Diary 3

Imagine:

I knew as soon as he walked in he was familiar. Most people who know me will say I'm a nerd, but I recognize people by their faces, and I recognized his. It basically sealed my suspicions when Mr. Lint said, "Russet."

Man, Robin was a good guy. Me and him used to hang out every day in middle school until he moved away. But I remember him pulling out his phone the day after I missed the get-together at Matt's place to show me some pictures. I saw Russet in one of them, he was only 8 or 9 then.

"Who's that?" I asked.

"Oh, that's Matt's little brother. Russet. He wanted to be in one of the pictures, even though it was only a get-together for us and Matt got pretty frusterated with him." Robin laughed.

I also like to think I'm very observant. Things catch my eye that normally wouldn't catch others. I like to put big explanations into things.

Russet had, or has, ginger-golden hair, kinda with bangs like mine, but not as bad. He has grayish eyes with sparks of emerald. His expression in that picture was bright, but I could tell it meant a lot more.

I wonder if I stared at him through my messy black hair that day. I hadn't combed it very well but my hair didn't hide anything. He sat down in front of Billy, which turned out to be a bad decision later on.

(Will continue)