MERCER2

Here is the edited copy of your story. Loved it. - Kristin Weaver

Raven

-slick feathers/hair -smart -black - bouncy/bobbing head -beady, bright eyes -harsh voice (caw) - likes meat rare - big beak -lanky arms -clever Natural enemies : - Owls

Birds of prey ** By: Jennifer Mercer

  In the back of first hour geometry sat a girl he’d been studying for some time and he grew nervous and annoyed all at the same time when he spotted her. He was of the ordinary sort; intelligent, with pointed glasses that shone above red, tired eyes: he had always been more of a night owl. While he was ordinary, she was anything but. A clever girl that made enemies quickly, she was lanky and seemed to perch on her seat; ready for an assault at any moment. She was named Raven long before her attributes mirrored that of her animal counterpart, but one could say that the name was a perfect fit. She was of average height, with dark glinting eyes and the florescent lighting of the geometry room shone off her long, black hair. As Gabe glared at the girl who often stole his ideas and used the credit for her own gain, she looked up and flashed him a quick, witty grin.

“Morning Gabe.” she cooed from where she perched herself. He narrowed his eyes and pulled out his book; getting ready for class to commence.

“What’s the matter Gabe-y baby?” she asked with a slight inclination of her head. She bounded over with a skip and jumped into the seat next to him, sitting on the chair back.

“Nothing.” he replied indignantly “T//here’ll be no getting rid of her now”// he thought, staring up at the girl hovering over him.

“Oh come now; you’re usually so talkative in the mornings” she said, picking a fuzzy out of his soft brown hair. He tried to bat her hand away, but she was quicker than he and it was already settled in her lap.

“No Raven, that’s you; you’re //always// talkative.” he stated eyes boring into hers. Unlike most she didn’t look away from his icy stare; intriguing him to play longer in her twisted game of push and pull.