My hair was a beautiful platignum blond but it was short and straight, not long and curly like Pauline?s.? As we arrived for breakfast, Mr Jones...was busy serving out our cereal and fruit juice. He was wearing a frilly pinafore but that was quite normal and neither Pauline nor I thought anything of it. As we sat in our high chairs, Mrs Jones explained her plans. ?We?ll go and visit the school then perhaps meet some of the other pupils.? She noticed my fearful stare and smiled. “Well no, but I don't know what happened honestly Hope. I don't know if she just wants to end it or what. She didn't even tell me she was going out tonight. I guess it's my fault I should have booked her when I had the chance. Has she said anything to you?” I asked.I think she wanted to say something about her, but didn't.“No, but if it makes you feel any better. I haven't had a boyfriend in like 3 months now. So I haven't you know,” Hope said.“Had sex?” I asked.“Yes, I'm guessing you two. An easy target for the police, or worse, if rioters saw me, they might attack.Either my ears were ringing from the siren’s sound, or I heard a person’s voice. Then I saw her, walking in the opposite corridor. I yelled, “Hello, do you work here?” She waved at me to come over, obviously not wanting to have a shouting match. She looked fair and tall with a shopping bag. Probably not a mall worker I thought as I got closer.My heart started beating faster as I approached. She was gorgeous. Her face. It was like she had just appeared out of no where, and I was just a dear in headlights, waiting to be run over. Nicely dressed, hair beautifully done, glasses framing a beautiful smile, and a figure that just curved like a dangerous set of S turns going down a mountain, that you know you should slow down on, but all the way down to her nice pair of Nike’s, I knew that those curves were parts I wanted to just hang on for the ride, and skate down to the bottom. Black jeans, pink shirt, and that.