Rebecca's red lips turn upward, a smile growing wider her face. Comparing the girth of her once petite, white tennis shoes with students like dolls at her feet, her mouth forms a tall oval, her perfect teeth illuminated in the sunlight. Her eyes pass over each tiny toy paralyzed around her before she revels in her stature, running hands along her long skirt and across her firm waist. Rebecca claps her hands, clasping her fingers together as a powerful laugh rings out from deep within her. She bends down suddenly for a closer look at the insignificant people around her in magnifying awe, hands pressed between bent knees, chin dropping lower, mouth spreading wider.
Part of the crowd recedes into the distance, others approach nearer, while you keep a stable distance away. Her big, blue eyes welcome everyone, just as they always have, but they do not warn of the dangers her allure may withhold. She brings her hand to her cheek, brushing a wisp of shoulder length, auburn hair behind her ear. Her lips take the silent motions of 'wow' before they speak it aloud. She stands tall once more, surveying all of the schoolyard. She reaches over the rooftops of the nearby building, touches the trees at her side, watches as several birds soar out from its coat of leaves. Her eyes darken against the shadow of the sunlight, her lips suddenly snap shut, and eyebrows descend. "Rick!" she calls out with hands gripping her hips. The crowd collectively withdraws from the field, except for you, still observing from afar with the transposer as people hurry around you. You take a moment from Rebecca's amazing presence to identify Rick in the crowd.
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