Georgia Pressley
Stories (5/0)
Most Wonderful Time of the Year (Chapter 4 - By the Cover)
Even rides on the bus took on new meaning, Nathan and I sitting side by side, my head resting comfortably on his shoulder. The Christmas holiday went by much too fast, with Nathan and I spending nearly every waking moment together. I practically live over at his house.
By Georgia Pressley6 years ago in Humans
The Makeup (Chapter 3 - By the Cover)
Rose For the rest of the day, I avoided Nathan, darting from lesson to lesson. After the first incident, Nathan didn't show up outside of anymore of my classrooms, but just in case, I decided against riding the bus. Mum, as expected, was late, having been staying to discuss the terms of the promotion in more depth with Keith. I didn't mind really.
By Georgia Pressley6 years ago in Humans
The Kiss (Chapter 2 - By the Cover)
Nathan I blinked, opening my eyes to the bright sunlight streaming through the bay window into the lounge. I sat up on the sofa, finding Rose lying next to me, still asleep despite the bright morning light. I never noticed how beautiful she was. Sleeping next to me, she looked so peaceful, her dark hair cascading loosely over her shoulders. It must have escaped during the night. I spied the green elastic she always kept it in lying on the ground, unconsciously discarded. I liked it better that way, a few wisps playing wildly over her milky, pale skin.
By Georgia Pressley6 years ago in Humans
Prologue of By the Cover
It was my first day at primary school. The fact that it was pouring was clearly a sign that I shouldn't go, but my mother, however, did not agree. She practically dragged me down the road, her umbrella held high above her as she held mine with her other hand. Through the hailing rain and wind, she clung to my wrist tightly.
By Georgia Pressley6 years ago in Humans
The Promotion (by the Cover Chapter 1)
Rose Outside the window, snowflakes seemed to stream down, flouncing through the air in every which way all at once, like little bits of white tissue paper. As beautiful as the fat crystals were, I felt the day's chill seep through the window panes. Getting up from the window seat, I was unsure what to do with myself on this rare day off from school. The sudden, muffled shrill of my mum's phone sounded from its place on her nightstand, bringing me out of my thoughts.
By Georgia Pressley6 years ago in Humans