Commonly, he goes by Vince.’ Nathan still had that familiar voice that rang in Vincent’s dreams. The voice seemed strong, yet the run-away male kn...w that his tall friend was in pain from losing someone so close. It pained Vincent to hear it after a year and a half. The look Nathan gave him was painstaking. The boy looked so hurt, but he wouldn’t show it with his body language. Krys had that same look in his eyes. ‘Oh… Well my apologies, but I cannot assist you in your hunt.’ Vincent lied,. That lunch Charlie, Sean and Joseph sat on the park benches in the backof the school. Joseph was a tall lanky black haired boy with a long faceand high cheekbones. He was what you would call a characteristic dim-witwho was always happy and cheerful. He was better friends with Sean thanCharlie."Christ that Mr. Wilson is psychotic!" stated Sean. "He should be in amental home the way he acts!" Who's Mr. Wilson?" asked Joseph, squinting as if he couldn't see quitewell."He has been your English. Dad must have given her the full history because she was waiting in the kitchen with a kettle of hot water, two cups and a bowl of sugar next to an unopened box of apple cinnamon tea.I put a bag in each cup, but only poured water over one, sighing with pleasure at the comforting aroma that arose. I wouldn't be able to eat until lunch but I could stomach liquids and I have yet to find anything more relaxing and soothing than this tea. Except maybe swimming.She didn't ask questions, filling the. Long naturally curly light brown hair as she was a product of an interracial marriage, she stood five feet, eight inches, and had a very athletic frame as she ran cross country. Muscular legs that could snap a tree trunk if need be, a tight firm bum, and a flat washboard stomach. Tiny snake bite breasts lined her chest and the part of Angela that always made me week in the knees was very rare to the African race. It wasn't her beautiful caramel colored skin that absolutely drove me wild,.