Alright...new one again...because, I'm bored...And, well, another thing, I've had this story planned out in my mind, and I need to get it down on paper...
A depressed young lady looks into the deep waters of the Nile. She looked at her reflection and grimaced.
Just past the shoulder length dark brown hair, exactly like everyone around her, showed in the water.
The girl sighed.
She closed her eyes and then opened them again to look at the water. Stormy grey eyes, dull like the clouds above, gazed back at her.
She sighed for the second time in the past five minutes.
Grey. Ordinary grey. Why couldn't I get a more interesting color…like blue, or green, or even brown like most everyone else here. But no…I get grey…
Needless to say, this young lady didn't feel so good about herself.
If anything existed that resembled a curve, it was hidden nicely under the layers of cloth she wore.
Well? What do you expect? She was a tomboy, and she didn't care what others thought of her.
Much less what guys thought of her.
They don't think of me at all…She thought almost gloomily.
No one thinks about me…Her reverie was interrupted, thankfully, by a pair of buckets splashing the watery mirror. The girl was soaked.
She looks up nearly smiles. It was Ain.
Although the sun was nearly at its zenith, meaning she could hardly see a thing because the light was shining directly into her eyes, she recognized the closest thing she had to a friend that wasn't related to her.
With her perfect hourglass figure, Ain certainly stood out in a crowd. Add on top of that her green eyes, and long silky brown hair, she was practically every mans dream.
Or at least to her understanding.
Ain snapped her fingers in front her friends face.
"Khet! Focus! We have got to get these buckets back to the temple, remember?"
The girl, Khet, jumped a bit.
"Right…sorry…I'll fill those up…but did you have to get me wet?"
Ain chuckles softly.
"I didn't want to get too close. You might have thrown me into the river.
Khet shrugged. She might have.
Buckets successfully filled, Khet slipped one end of her staff under each bucket handle, and lifted the wooden buckets up, balancing them carefully, as she'd done since she was 6.
That made it over half her life she'd been doing this. Almost 18, she had every intention of staying single for the rest of her life.
Guys were a bunch of immature, over grown monkeys with one thing on their minds at all time.
Men were capable of only 6 emotions.
Anger, Jealousy, Annoyance, Happiness, Drunken Stupors, and occasionally Fear.
No male had ever proved to her otherwise, and she intended to keep to that resolution until she met one who could prove that theory wrong.
"Hasn't happened yet…" She mutters as they head along the banks of the Nile to Bubastis, City of Bastet.
Well? Conitnue or not? Well, actually, I'm continuing to write this, but the question is, will anybody read it?