"Artemis! What the hell?" Victor said while he steadied himself. Then he shakily checked on the lenses of his glasses for any cracks. He groaned inwardly."Sorry, Nosebleed. Did I hurt you?" Artemis said and took his hand. Artemis Kroner was 19, she possessed frizzly waist-length red hair, heterochromatic green eyes with inner golden irises around her pupils, a tall athletic figure and olive skin. She had a snide look on her face, her dark eyebrows were carved up mischievously with notches, and anyone with wits would look her twice over before getting involved. She wore a black hoodie, a white shirt, black tartan pants and black boots. She picked up her skateboard. Maks grimaced at her. 'Seriously?' He thought. "I told you. Come on, Vic, we're wasting our time. It's almost first period." He said taking his arm. "It's just 7:00 AM, Wombat. Nice to meet you, by the way, I'm Artemis." She said in a dry voice. "Kroner.""Likewise." He frowned. "You don't sound like it." She wiggled
Read more