Prs mellan FT och Isa

When I heard the door creek and a girl stepping in, I jumped up to my feet. Quite startled, I breathed out a sigh and stepped towards her. The girl was fairly tall, but not as tall as me. I was beyond tall, towering over almost everyone I met.
"Hello!", I said joyfully reaching out a hand to her "my name is Ania"

The girl starts walking towards you, and the first ting you notice is her eyes. They're a dashing sade of bright green, and they are huge. Her eyes are... Really pretty.. Wait what?!
You can feel blood rushing to your face. Fuck. Now you're blushing like a fucking schoolgirl. Why did you even... ugh..

"M' Chrystal, byt you can call me Chriss" you say, in kind of monotonic voice. You glance around the room to avoid staring any more at her eyes. And then you notice something. "What the fuck did you do to the room?!" You almost scream, looking around at the horrifying photographs of small animals and flowers. They were not there before.

"Chrystal!", I said looking at her with a smile"that's a really pr-", but I was cut off by Chris, who was half screaming at me.
"Oh, I can take them down if you want to", I looked over at my photographs, and then at Chris. I smiled warmly, not caring if she was mad at me. "I put them up for the place to look mor welcoming for you when you came"
I started taking the pictures down from the walls, putting them in a neat pile on a desk that was standing there.
"so", I started, speaking as I grabbed the photos one by one "how old are you Chris?"

The girl, Ania, doesn't fight back at all, instead, she starts removing the pictures. You look at her, surprised. You didn't think it'd be that easy. "Uh... I'm fifteen, sixteen in october, you?" I said, my voice sounding a little weirded out. Everybody used to be mad at you when you complained, and you were used to it. But this girl, she was different. Her expression was soft, and you somehow knew her smile was genuine. What the actual fuck..?

"I turn sixteen next week", I said with a smile putting the piled pictures in my bag. With a creek, I opened the closet doors to take out a warm shirt for me to wear so that I wouldn't be cold.
I was already wearing a white button up shirt with a pair of dark green jeans, making sure I wore a white tank top so my scars wouldn't show through the white shirt. But I felt cold, so putting on that black cardigan made me a tad bit warmer.
The green jeans made my eyes look extraordinary, they made them pop. I had really green eyes, and they were easy to spot from far away.
Walking towards the mirror to adjust my hair, i thought I looked really good actually, so I smiled at my reflection. I had whisps of hair hanging around my face, not really taking attention from my eyes, but close enough.

I followed her to the wardrobe and saw something else. "Did you touch my stuff." I said, not eventuellt making it sound like a question. Because it wasn't really. My clothes was neatly folded and sorted by color, and my other stuff laid in an open drawer. I really didn't like people touching my stuff. At all. I bit my black painted lip, trying not to scream at her again. You guess she only meant well, but...

"Uh-huh", I said looking over at her "when I opened the doors all the clothes fell out, so I put them back in for you" I smiled warmly and shut the doors of the closet. "I'm sorry if I offended you, I just wanted you to feel welcome"

You open your mouth to snap at her, but you stop yourself. Keep your big ass mouth shut, she only meant well, and
"It's okay" you say quietly. "Just... Just don't fucking touch my stuff again, okay?" Your voice hardened at the last sentence.

That didn't sound that nice either, but you don't give a fuck. At all. It's not like you even like her. Nope. You totally aren't feeling guilty right now or anything. Why would you?

"Okay", I said quietly and smiled at her "I wont"
"do you want to play chess?", I held up a box to her, with a checkered pattern. "I have a deck of cards too if you want to play"

You look down and shrug. " I guess, whatever." You say harshly. Why did she have to be so... polite? It makes you so fucking mad! Why couldn't she snap back at you like normal people? Why did she have to just continue being so fucking genuine and polite, making you feel like an ass?!

This was going to be a rough six goddamn weeks.