Some old writing of mine . . .

So I was going through some old writing of mine, and came across this. I'm quite fond of it . . . so I'd thought I'd post it. Enjoy!

There was a loud rap on my window that woke me right up. It was light, basing off the little rays seeping through my curtains, which meant it was still day, and I wondered why in the world whoever was out there would be knocking on my window at this time, when it was even colder than usual.

            I hesitantly snuck across the room, carefully watching my step so I wouldn’t wake anyone, and slowly pulled the curtains aside. There stood Adrian, looking absolutely perfect as always, in a pair of long dark blue jeans, a black T-shirt shoved under a plaid green-and-black-and-white button-up vest, wonderfully fitted to his frame to make him appear thinner, and he wore his usual vans and accessories. There was a bright smile on his face, the whiteness of his teeth glistening off the light of the sun. I chuckled lightly at him, mentally congratulating him for getting onto my balcony for once, and opened the door for him to come in. He lifted me into the air, his hands on my waist, and twirled us around in a full circle.

            “Hey, guess what?!” He asked excitedly, but didn’t wait for me to give an answer. “I finally mastered my fire element and passed my final exam!!” He clapped his hands together happily, and I couldn’t help the swelling of my heart’s joyousness from this news.

            “Why, that’s magnificent!” I exclaimed, and he nodded, his face lighting up even more.

            “I’m so happy.” He declared to me, and wrapped my body in a firm hug. He started by teasingly nibbling my ear, but then his lips tenderly moved their way towards my mouth with extra care. His hands moved along my body and traveled to places they shouldn’t ever go to, with my clothes on or off. My hands gained a mind of their own in reaction to his, and started prying at the buttons of his vest, and his, as if realizing he had similar wants to mine, pulled my red cardigan up and over my head, breaking our kiss for the tiniest moment, but soon we had the same warm energy flowing between us once more. His vest and my cardigan were on the floor, and his black T-shirt soon joined it, along with my bra.

            Adrian’s hands cautiously moved over my bare skin, and he stared at me as if he were surprised of my beauty. He repeated the same words he had after our first kiss, both a prayer and a séance instead of a mere compliment.

            “You’re…You’re amazing.” He drew me closer, like a fisherman bringing in his catch. He was puffing hard, but once his hands were finished exploring the available bare skin, they trailed down to the button on my jeans, and he pulled them off with ease.

            Once all our clothes were tossed casually onto the floor, he pushed me back onto my bed and wrapped me in his warmth. I loved the both the feeling and the scent of his skin, an unusual cinnamon spice coating his normal musk. His kisses became greedier against my mouth, but they were pleasurable, and with each one my happiness was taken to a whole new level.

            From the moment he did it, I knew I wouldn’t have been satisfied if we had done it any other time. Fate had planned it to be today, and that’s exactly when I wanted it to be. No sooner, and no later.

            For the rest of the night (or day, if you want to be technical) he held me and whispered, “You’re amazing, little Moroi, so so amazing,” in between each kiss. Every time he did, I knew that little nickname had grown on me. If one day he came up to me and called me Alicia for the rest of our life together, I would be disappointed. Just like I would never be satisfied with anyone but Adrian being here with me, taking my virginity with the utmost care, and holding me as cautiously as he would with a new-born baby, but still with the blissful energy. I felt amazing and incredible and wonderful and marvelous and just fantastic.

           

            It was the best thing waking up at the end of the night and feeling him nested next to me. He had obviously woken up before me, because my head was in his lap, which was covered with the jeans he’d been wearing earlier (and was wearing again), and my blanket was covering my still naked body. His fingers were playing in my hair, tangling themselves into a tighter knot in the auburn strings, and he looked down fondly at my face, a pure smile on his face. When he watched my eyes flutter open, he smiled more, and untangled his fingers from my hair.

            “Hello beautiful,” he whispered, his voice coated with his love and tender affection for me. I returned his smile, and started to sit up, dragging the blanket with me to keep myself hidden beneath it. I tore my eyes away from Adrian’s flawless face, and let them wander around the room. Everything was as we’d left it, with his shirt and the rest of my clothes in a pile, and the curtains open, revealing a starry night sky. My gaze made it over to my alarm clock when my eyes widened, realizing I was late for my first two classes.

            Adrian’s hands caught my shoulder before I could bolt, and gently massaged the spot he had grabbed as he chuckled lightly. “It’s okay, little Moroi, I called the office while you were sleeping to tell them you weren’t feeling well enough to leave bed, so that’s where you’ll be staying for the rest of the day.” His words relaxed me, as did his touch, and I leaned back into his bare chest. He pressed something soft—his lips?—into my hair and slipped his arms around me and pulled me into his lap. “How are you feeling?” He asked nonchalantly, and I smirked at his casual question.

            “Absolutely perfect.”

Idk. I just really liked that scene. There was a certain perfectness in it that I've never caught anywhere else.

Btw, that was also last year's (2011) NaNoWriMo . . . Or at least a piece of it. Most elements of it were good, the setting, some people, the classes, but things like the main character and storyline were screwed. I honestly think my first-ever story had a better storyline--and that's saying something. Speaking of my first story ever--I've been thinking of rewriting that one if I ever get another story finished. It'd definitely be cool--with extra high chances of getting published with it's content . . .

Gifts of the People

I think everyone has a gift, a talent, a need to share themself with the world and let themself shine. For some, it is hard to meet their dreams, stealing as many years from time as they can to hone their gift, until the right moment comes and they are finally forced into making the star in theirself glimmer in the breathtaking spot light. For others, it comes differently. Some rush into it, sure of their dream from the moment they take their first breath. I'm a little like that, I suppose you might say.

As a young teenage writer, I know life has been kind to me. I have a room over my head, two supporting parents (when they aren't yelling at me because I did some wrong), ambition, and as much as I try to be modest about it, talent. I many elements in my life that make me who I am--which I haven't really figured out yet. My friends are always telling me what I am: caring, beautiful, fashionable . . . but I don't know how to believe that. Yet. I think someday, maybe someday, I just have to proove to myself that I am all those things, like I've already made them believe.

Anyways, when I was younger, I didn't have the luxury of writing like I do these days. I had music--I was singing before I could talk--and art. Creativity and imagination as a bonus. Maybe plop a romance in there that I didn't understand. I honestly thought I was going to be a famous singer like Taylor Swift someday. She was my superstar--my role model. But learning of her music is also what caused me to drift farther and farther from my at-home family, the seperation still remaining today. Not the point here. Moving on . . .

But as I said, I did have creativity and imagination, like most children. Like most of my friends, I was tagged in Talented and Gifted, and at recess we'd have live role plays where we'd love and fight bad guys. It was our life. Most of all, it was real.

Time skip, and we're in fifth grade. I've started my first book, inspired after being introduced to the realm of young adult books. I never did finish that book, but it was a good start. I can now see how that led into the development I have today.

Skip another year, and I'm being homeschooled online because I'm so smart the school couldn't keep up with me. I've started another book, having abandoned the other, and it takes me months to get 5,000 words before I finally get stuck and start another, playing with the greek gods like I'd always loved. I found the school NaNoWriMo club--a basic writer's club for anyone who wrote books. You didn't have to participate in the activity. You just had to write.

Anyways, the support of all the people in the club is what helped me finish that third book. Novella, if you wanna classify it correctly, but I'd never been so proud. 18,000 words in one book, and I was finished, already set up for sequel and gaining more skill and development with every word I wrote.

Fast forward to today, and I actually haven't finished another piece, unless you count the small novelette I did in January. But I do have good starts on every piece I have saved either on my jump drive or my computer--and I plan to finish something before the end of June. Before the end of the school year.

If there's one thing that I have learned from my journey of talent, it's that convincing the world you have talent is the easy part. Convincing yourself, and learning to stand on your own two feet is the hard part. I have myself pretty convinced--and I truthfully must say I have no doubts that I'll be published someday. That maybe one day--I'll be drinking coffee eww, no, not coffee, flavored water with Cynthia Hand and Richelle Mead getting ready for a tour or something because I'm a bestseller. Why a bestseller, when I'm supposedly so modest? It's not for the fame, I'll tell you that. It's to have touched someone's life--someone's heart--so deeply that they cried or laughed. That they felt for the characters.

Another thing: Don't deny yourself, your heart, from doing what it needs to. You'll become stronger just by leading yourself on the right path--and not letting anyone else choose for you. That's how you'll win. That's how everyone will win.

Love you <3
Cassandra Bloom, the someday bestselling author

Felt the Need to Post These Lyrics

Idk why, but when this song came on my playlist, I felt the need to post them. They're so . . . true. And me. Like they describe me in a way I can't even admit to myself. Story of my life.

[Jordin]
Tell me how I'm supposed to breathe with no air

If I should die before I wake
It's 'cause you took my breath away
Losing you is like living in a world with no air
Oh

[Chris Brown]
I'm here alone, didn't wanna leave
My heart won't move, it's incomplete
Wish there was a way that I can make you understand

[Jordin]
But how do you expect me
to live alone with just me
'Cause my world revolves around you
It's so hard for me to breathe

[Chorus:]
Tell me how I'm supposed to breathe with no air
Can't live, can't breathe with no air
It's how I feel whenever you ain't there
It's no air, no air
Got me out here in the water so deep
Tell me how you gonna be without me
If you ain't here, I just can't breathe
It's no air, no air

No air, air
No air, air
No air, air
No air, air

[Chris Brown]
I walked, I ran, I jumped, I flew
Right off the ground to float to you
There's no gravity to hold me down for real

[Jordin]
But somehow I'm still alive inside
You took my breath, but I survived
I don't know how, but I don't even care

[Both:]
So how do you expect me
to live alone with just me
'Cause my world revolves around you
It's so hard for me to breathe

[Chorus]

No air, air
No air, air
No air, air
No air, air
No more
It's no air, no air

[Chorus]

No air, air
No air, air
No air, air
No air, air

Tell me how I'm supposed to breathe with no air
Can't live, can't breathe with no air
It's how I feel whenever you ain't there
It's no air, no air

Got me out here in the water so deep
Tell me how you gonna be without me
If you ain't here, I just can't breathe
It's no air, no air

No air, air
No air, air
No air, air
No air

That's all for today :) It just sorta reminds me how if I only had the rest of today to live . . . I'd want to be with those I love, because without them my life would mean nothing. I wouldn't have air. I would just be another corpse drowning out in the deep waters. So thanks to those of you who choose to make my life mean something((:

Excerpts of Mine--From Various Works

So I finally decided something: Imma post some excerpts of some of my stories. They are sorta randomized, and I'll have headers of what story they came from, maybe a synopsis if I'm feeling generous, but otherwise that's all the excitement that's ranking out today. Hope you enjoy!

First up, I got a few from the famously labeled Prologue! xD The first is a little gruesome, but it's a great way to start, in my oppinion . . .

Prologue

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a-ha, look at her ass, Peter!” John elbowed him friend’s stomach and pointed off at some blonde-haired girl who had her back to the two comical boys. Peter laughed, his face turning red at the sight of the girl. “It’s all rumpled.” John went on. Peter snickered and shoved his friend, causing John to be set slightly off balance.

          “Her butt’s not rumpled, it just looks that way because it’s small and she’s wearing baggy jeans. I think her ass would look wonderful in my bed.” The two boys laughed and walked off to get to their next classes. Her barren black eyes were on them though, as they continued on with their lives.

          That night, they were murdered mercilessly. Their skin completely shed from their bodies; it left their beds soaked with blood. But their faces, which had been spared of the curse and were still wrapped with a human’s outer layer, were twisted in horrific agony as if they still wanted to scream but somehow couldn’t.

          Before their murderer leapt from their windowsill she turned to them and whispered, “This is what you get for the sins you’ve committed.” And for the moon, she swept back her hair to reveal a dark scarred tattoo on the back of her neck. It was a knot, symbolizing that she was deeply tied to her own mistakes, but somehow she knew she would get herself untangled from the horrible man who held her soul.

          She looked up to the stars and wished on one. Although her wish was more of a statement, her intent was clear.

          “I will find you.”

~andies:a short one~

“This is damn scary—not to mention creepy . . .” Aaron muttered, daringly letting himself become vulnerable in that cellar. And for a moment, he could see all of his fears, all neatly laid out in a row. Each just as flauntingly rare as the one before, he couldn’t bare to face any of them.

          The unknown.

          Attachment.

          Fear. Fear of fear. Ironic, he knew, but it was inevitable.

          And perhaps the scariest of all . . . love.
~andies: a comic relief. It's not all serious in the book, quite the opposite...lol reminds me of a conversation Jessica and I had earlier *pause on excerpts*

Jess: Where do the angels have a place in this?
Me: I have no idea . . . I don't think they do. Maybe Heaven burned out or something *chuckles*
Jess: Well it's a little disconcerning to think about demons defending us while angels, the ones who are SUPPOSED to be here, are just out gallavanting around the universe
Me: XD *snickers* it's actually quite funny that way . . .
Jess: It's disconcerning!
Me: Maybe they're on lunch break xD

I mean seriously?! How awesome is that? xD~

“We’ll get all this sorted out tomorrow.” Jeremy cut in suddenly. “Dawn is almost upon us—and the boss only gets crankier the more time he spends with people so I don’t think you’d like to spend the day on a play date with him.”

          “I think he’s just naturally like that all the time.” William pointed out, smiling. “Perhaps it’s from lack of coffee?”

          “Coffee isn’t the answer to every problem in the world, Will . . .” Aaron replied flippantly.

          “Maybe not, but it sure helps.” Jeremy agreed; the whole group started emptying towards the door.

          “It’s a disgusting substance, I don’t see how it could help with anything except maybe making me barf.” Aaron joked, and watched Jeremy roll his eyes. Cora chuckled at the men, smoothing some hair behind her ear as she watched them, amused.

          “Well, men, I must be off, but you’ll be hearing from me,” Cora goodbyed them and left after, walking through the door Jeremy held open for her. Next William tipped his non-existent hat and lifted his own coat from the coat rack.

          “Same here; c’est la vie,” he called annoyingly before disappearing into the night, which was quickly evaporating into day. Aaron wished it would come fast enough to turn fragile Cora to dust—but that was too much to hope for, wasn’t it?

          “So, Jeremy, I need to sleep and I’d assume you do too.” Aaron started.

          “That I do.” Jeremy replied

          “Is my bed made?”

          “Like a king’s, boss.”

          “Then I’m going to retire to my room and you’re free for the day.”

~I swear, I love arguing about coffee :D The final one:~

“Gods, do I have to get up?” He whined to no one in particular, not expecting an answer as he savored a few more moments in his comfy, wonderful bed.

          “Yes, Mr. King, you do.”

          At the sound of the voice Aaron burst straight up, eyes bulging, and met the eyes of his intruder. None other than Coralina, her hair and clothing somehow even more extraordinary than that night before. Her dark hair was curly today, the spirals pinned directly above her ear, creating a side ponytail that only made her oval-shaped face look even more angelic. Her attire was more casual than before—long light-colored jean shorts that reached until they were right above her knees, a deep red collared v-neck shirt with short sleeves covering her top, and a leather chord without a charm resting on her collarbone.

          Her eyes also seemed to soak into him as he looked her over. He was shirtless—he knew—with nothing but black boxers on the bottom, and he suddenly felt very uncomfortable with her eyes pouring into him, drinking every curved muscle that sculpted his tan chest. He wanted to run away.

          “What are you doing here? Didn’t it just turn dark?” Aaron asked feebly. Her amber eyes met his, only making his heart pound harder. Why was she so relaxed in the presence of an almost naked man—one who could rip her apart if he so desired? Though that would take a lot of self-control, which after his recent performances he would say he was seriously lacking in.

          “The sun set a little early today. It is winter after all. Anyways, when it set I decided to come over and Jeremy said I could wait for you to wake up and said you probably wouldn’t mind if I waited for you here so I did.” She explained, that rhythmic thing in her voice again. When Aaron didn’t reply, too breathless to even speak, she continued. “You sleep weird. You do that weird thing that humans do.”

          Finding this funny and letting the thought entertain himself enough to comfort him, he stretched and let out a small yawn. “It’s called snoring, darlin’, and every male on this planet does it. Get used to it.” She frowned, crinkling her nose. Aaron didn’t like that expression on her face.

          “My last boyfriend didn’t do it . . .” The word ‘boyfriend’ made his heart sweep. What was this? He hadn’t ever had feelings like this before she took those stilettos that were on her feet and stepped into this house—and suddenly he knew what having his heart have weight dropped on it felt like? And how come all he wanted to do was sweep her up in his arms and do dirty things with her ‘til the crack of dawn? And, most of all: Was she feeling any of this too?

          Pushing thoughts of her away, he turned away. “Well then, maybe he’s the weird one.” He paused, a sigh reaching his lips as he forced himself to say the next thing. “Now will you please get out of my room? I’d like to get dressed.” Wordlessly, he heard her leave the room, quietly shutting the door behind her.

          Letting out a breath of release, Aaron roughly shoved a hand through his long, messy blonde hair in efforts to calm himself. But of course that didn’t work in any way, shape, or form. It just made him more frustrated with the fact that he couldn’t get his mind off of her. Granted, it might be hard since he could only imagine she was right outside his door . . .

          Okay, not helping, he snapped at his mind.

Cora just makes me laugh. Especially in this scene lol. Okay enough excerpts from this book--I'll move on to a few others before I shut down and go to sleep (I'm already in bed ;) ).

This is the beginning to a story I haven't touched in a while, but I completely love it now I that I go back and look at it. Btw, this one's called, "The End."

Chapter 1~

The First Day

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he largest pain woke me that morning. It had hit me in my sleep too, but in my groggy state I’d been able to keep it at bay. But it hadn’t left yet, and not it was gonna have its full affect.

          I bolt straight up right, the pain tearing at all of me; my skin, my brain, my insides, my sanity. Momentarily the pain was subdued by the dizziness that came with the quickness of my movement, but then I felt it searing through me again, it’s slithering worse than that of a snake.

          Of course, I’d felt this before, but its effects had never been this strong, pulsing in a way that made my body shake in huge tremors every time a beat came around. My breath was ragged as it tried to swallow me whole, and the stars spinning through my mind made me wish they would stop taunting me and really make me faint so I could escape this Hell-hole.

          And then, after a moment, it was satisfied with my low groans and was gone, leaving me to remake my messed-up bed, and before I could do that, un-knit my fingernails from the fabric of the bed. It took a few seconds for my heart to restart itself, and after that I wished it truly had swallow me so I didn’t have to suffer through the disaster I knew today would be.

          This was a great way to start my first try of senior year high school.

* * *

An hour later, after adeptly tossing out the breakfast my aunt tried to force down my throat and easily evading her repeated attempts to brush my unmade hair, London pulled up in her bright yellow convertible Mustang.

          London wasn’t exactly as close as a normal best friend would be to be, but if you take it to literal terms, she was the best friend I had. She made living with my aunt a little more worth it. She was a sweet popular prep,  an overachiever that lived on the leadership team. A complete opposite to me, but I enjoyed her attention, though I would never admit to it, and she enjoyed mine.

          I slipped into her car, not bothering to take off my black shoulder bag as I clipped my seatbelt shut.

          “Hey Cass,” she greeted me, a smile on her cherry red lips. She looked just as good as ever, her gorgeous red hair pulled into elegant curls in her ponytail, a tad of blue eye-shadow brimming her blue eyes, and black mascara applied thickly to her lashes. A fringed jean short-skirt tightened with a silken white belt wrapped her tan legs and her tight red v-neck t-shirt went around her, not letting a curve hide itself from the rest of the world. Sometimes, I sorta wished I could have such good natural features that could be enhanced that way, but mostly I was happy with my dyed black hair, black clothing, and metal spiked black combat boots.

          “It’s Cassidy and you know it.” I replied, absentmindedly casting a smile in her direction as well. I saw her eye my boots and outfit disapprovingly, and I knew what was coming next.

          “You know, you should let me dress you sometime.” She suggested, and I snorted.

          “Ha-ha very funny.”

          “You know, I still hold a claim on you for prom night,” she told me, and I half-groaned.

          “I’m only going if I get a date—you know that.” I replied, and she lightly punched my shoulder.

          “I’ll find you a date. And then I’ll make you more beautiful than Cinderella,” she said, winking in my direction. Another groan. “Oh come on, there are plenty of guys who’d go with you.” The unwritten line in her plan was that any guy would go with me—if she bribed them. Last year that was how I got good dates to all of the dance, and for some reason I didn’t want that this year. If I was going stag, or not at all, so be it. I was fine with that, as long as I didn’t feel as if I were cheating the whole thing.

         “No guy would be caught dead with me, especially at prom. So stop being so delusional. If some guy can ask me without having to be bribed, I will give him some serious thought, but I promise nothing else. I doubt anyone will, though.” I stated, and watched as a mysterious grin washed over her features.

          “There’s still the rest of the year to win over ‘some guy’s’ heart.” True, very true . . .

For some reason I just really like London. I wish the rest of what I had planned would work out. Maybe though I could work it out differently . . .

One more, this one's called The Hunted (if I ever get to it the sequels will be called The Gifted and The Taken. I really have good ideas for these :) I even used to have a synopsis . . .but idk where it went so now you get this)

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hat stalker truly had no idea what was coming to him if he didn’t leave me alone. He’d been following me in his cherry red truck for the last fifteen minutes as I walked home from work. It had started off with a casual, “Hey, do you need a ride?” and quickly changed to, “ALICE GET IN THE CAR!” when I ignored him.

          Of course, that was when I started running. Any guy who knew my real name was bad news.

          As soon as I broke into a sprint the block came to an end. And he pulled out in front of me. I had lightning quick reflexes, so I stopped myself before I could because the sidewalk paint, but I still bumped into his truck. When I didn’t succeed in getting the heck out of there, he plucked me up at my waist with strong hands and brought me in, closing the door behind me.

”Nice of you to join me, Miss Alice.”

          “LET ME OUT!” I shrieked repeatedly, fighting the arms that somehow managed to restrain me and drive at the same time. I needed to get away. This man, no matter how old or young, was bad.

          And I always get what I want.

          The first question wasn’t how I was gonna get out. It was how am I gonna get out alive? The car was moving at a very fast pace, meaning if I even somehow got out of his tentacles and out the door I’d still be sidewalk paint. That meant I would have to wait until we got to where he was taking me, where there would most likely be more men like him. And I didn’t like the sounds of that.

          But the knowledge having to wait didn’t keep me from making this man’s life as complicated as I could. I thrashed around the truck as much as I could, but making sure the door was off limits. Accidents are possible, and that was not one I would appreciate.

I screamed when he shoved the nose of a gun to my forehead. I froze.

          “Now, Alice, I just want to talk to you. We have two ways to do that. I can force you, though I certainly don’t want to kill you, or you can come willingly.” I remained still. If he was telling the truth, he truly had no wants to kill me, but if I gave him any reason for his finger to slip on the trigger, I would be dead. That was also an accident I didn’t want to happen.

          When I remained still he took back the gun. I then noticed the car was stopped fully, but I didn’t dare glance outside. Who knows what he’d do to me in the time it took me to look away. I did, however, avert my eyes from his.

          “Alice?” He asked, his voice demanding that I look back at him. I didn’t listen. “Alice, look at me.” I noticed he wasn’t touching me skin-to-skin at all. When he had grabbed me and restrained me, he’d been holding onto my clothing, and I’d been fighting arms that had long sleeves covering them. And he wasn’t touching me now, not forcing me to look at him. Even when he pointed the gun at me, the cool metal had been pressed to my forehead. Either there was something wrong with him, or something wrong with me.

          And I was guessing it was the latter.

Hope you enjoyed that, have a nice day!

~C~

Today I Get to Go Dancing

I love to dance. You probably didn't know that before, but it's completely true. On top of all my other crazy hobbies, dancing is there. Normally, it's just a crazy fun freestyle in my room to some pop or whatever I decide to play on my laptop, but today I get to go to the grange and have some real fun. I'm just learning how to dance more formally, when you have a male partner, since I've only gone once before, but it is lots of fun. Last time R (friend of mine) sang a song (Suds in a Bucket?) and secrets were traded. I know that first time is one I want to remember, above all the rest. :)

Moving on . . .

Writing update: I've recently gotten into one of my older stories. I abandoned it when I lost my jump-drive, as I did with every other story I had written up to that point, because that's where my newest content of it was. And though I have finally found my jump-drive, I haven't been using it as much. I decided that what I had on this unnamed story of mine, Prologue in the file for lack of better idea, that wasn't on my computer was going to crap anyways, and I went off in a different direction with the scene, perhaps the whole story, and I am so much happier with it. So happy, in fact, that I stayed up 'til midnight last night just to complete 1,000 words in an hour for it. I had a hard time closing my laptop so I could sleep enough to do my homework today ;)

In the reading world, things have been hectic. I've mostly given up on reading Phantom of the Opera for the time being, needing my precious free time for things like writing and homework, but I have been reading other things. On top of rereading some Richelle Mead content, I swallowed The Hunger Games in a single day. Sorry fans . . .

But I almost felt sorry I read it. I wished I had head my friend's warnings earlier that day, but I honestly felt it was too cruel a book. I was so put-out with the author for putting so much effort into a horribly themed book that I was almost two seconds from launching my kindle at the white walls of my bedroom. Luckily K was there to save me ^.^

K, a wonderful friend of mine, has been working really hard on one of her amazingful stories. It's incredibly funny, and I love it. I hope she doesn't mind that I'm sharing two excerpts in my blog ;)

“Roi come on—you have to come dance,” Kiki grinned, tugging on my arm.

“Kiki I’m not going to dance,” I whined.

She used her superior strength, and pulled me to my feet.

“Yes you are—come on,” she grunted, pulling me to the crowd of pulsing bodies.

“Kiki I—” I started, but she interrupted in a low hiss.

“You will dance, or you will die,” she said, before shoving me in to a tall, lanky blonde boy.

“Oof,” he grunted as I smacked in to him.

“Oh I-I’m sorry, my friend is kind of pushy...” I trailed off.

His green eyes appraised me , before he half smiled, realizing it had been a female attacking him.

“Naw its fine babe. You dance?” He asked, pointing a thumb at the crowd.

“N-no I don’t that’s sweet though, thanks...” I was preparing to back out as my cheeks flushed red, but he grabbed my waist and pulled me in to him.

“Why don’t you dance with me?” he suggested.

“Thanks but I—”

“Sorry—I’m afraid she’s spoken for this evening,” a deep gentle voice purred from behind me, his arm slipping around my waist, and tugging me free from the others grasp easily.

By the sound of his voice, the swooping save, and the way the blondes eyes bugged, I knew exactly who had come to the rescue. I allowed him to lead me away, before I hung my head.

“How much trouble am I in?” I groaned.

He chuckled, and let his lips glide up my neck to my ear.

“Which offense should we start with?” Soren asked.

“How many do I have?” I asked, shivering slightly at his words.

“Well,” he began, brushing all of my hair over to one side. “There’s the fact that you underestimated my protective abilities over you, conspired with my most devilish of sisters, snuck out in the middle of the night, while under house arrest, and tried to lull me to sleep using your most feminine of gifts, not to mention that you got out of the house looking so incredibly gorgeous, without my protection at your side,” he continued. “Should I go on?” he asked.

I rolled my eyes and turned around.

“No I think I get the general idea—” I replied, but he caught me up short.

Soren had slid in to a fresh pair of dark jeans, and a red button down, the top few left undone, to reveal a leather chord strung around his neck, a sharks tooth hanging from the center, and a slender silver chair disappearing past where the eye could see. He had tied his hair back—the way I liked it best, and I realized as my eyes were skimming him, his eyes were searching me. My cheeks flushed a deep crimson, and I tried to make it seem to be out of anger.

“How did you find out we were coming?” I asked, trying to make my voice furious, but I watched the intuition flash through his eyes as he saw through my poorly cultivated façade, with his darling half smile.

“I was listening to you in the shop,” he replied proudly.

I glared at him. He realized I was not going to answer, and bit his lip, leaning back to look me over again.

“You do look absolutely gorgeous tonight,” he said earnestly.

This made my lip twitch up in to a smile. I threw myself in to his arms happily.

“I sort of hoped you would show up. There’s really no point in going to a party if the party isn’t going to be there,” I said.

He laughed, and kissed the top of my head.

“You dance?” He asked, imitating the blondes voice.

I wrinkled my nose and pulled back.

“Ew no—I’m going to go look for my boyfriend,” I said, releasing myself from his grip.

He laughed again, and laced his fingers through mine.

“Roi—will you dance with me?” He murmured low in my ear.

Okay—at this point did I really have another option than to answer yes? He pulled me in to the thumping crowd, which was dancing to ‘Sorry for Party Rocking’ by LMFAO. I wasn’t much of a dancer on my own, and would have refused to dance had it been with anyone else, but Soren was fantastic, so he sort of inspired my more experimental side. The music switched between the hands of DJ’s, so the styles changed as well. Kiki was nowhere to be seen, which in all honesty didn’t bother me. I knew she was fine. Finally when the song ‘Kiss me’ by Sixpence None the Richer started playing, my tense muscles began to wind down. We danced, and due to Soren’s tragically romantic side, and twisted sense of humor, he took the liberty to kiss me each time the words were sang. I blushed each time, because most of the eyes were fixated on us. The weird couple consisting of ‘that girl’ and her unreasonably scary, huge, dangerous-looking, bad ass boyfriend, who held her like she was a fragile porcelain doll.
He however didn’t care about the watching eyes. When I mentioned it to him, he just shrugged and replied:

“If they don’t approve—who’s fault is that?”

~and~

I nodded, and brushed my hair over to the side, and tip toed over to see what he was cooking. It looked to be pizza. I looped my arms around his waist, and reached up higher to rest my chin on his shoulder.

“How’s it coming?” I asked.

“Just fine actually. Would you like to help?” He asked, turning his head to smile at me.

I couldn’t really have imagined a more patient teacher than Soren. I had little practice with genuine cooking, but his deep gentle voice guiding me through my mistakes made up for my embarrassment easily. Surprisingly, it also took me away from my worries.

“Like this?” I asked again, kneading the dough a little better than the time before.

He chuckled softly, and held my hands still.

“Like this,” he instructed again, pushing my palms in, and then folding it.

“Ah,” I replied, concentrating a little harder.

He watched me as I pinched and squeezed until the dough was a rough circle. I looked up as he laughed, his nose wrinkled cutely as he watched me stab the soft dough with my finger tips.

“What?” I asked, sticking my tongue out at him.

He shook his head, trying to stop laughing.

“Y-your expression there was so cute. I’m sorry that shouldn’t have been funny,” he laughed.

I punched his shoulder.

“Shut up,” I grunted, going back to making my pizza.


Soren’s of course turned out the most professional, and mine ended up being a little lumpy, and disproportionate, though I thought it was good—being my first try and all. Kiki’s was just flat out pathetic. She had eventually given up on her pizza dough, and wadded it in to a ball, smashing it on to the sheet, bathing it in sauce and cheese, and threw it in the oven slamming the door before stomping off angrily. All the while Soren couldn’t really manage to not laugh, which only made it worse.

After dinner, we went to play some cards, which went on fine until Kiki decided it was time to turn ‘crazy 8’s’ in to ‘pick up 52’ when Soren sufficiently kicked her butt.

Kiki's 8, by the way, and Soren is Roi's boyfriend in a way, if you didn't pick that up, but I love them all. Hope you enjoyed that ;)

~C~

Useless Ramblings of a Dreaming Teenager

I warning you--this is gonna be a crazy post created completely from my crazy mind. And I'm a wanderer. So that's exactly what I'll do here. Naturally, even. You should be impressed.

Richelle Mead is officially one of the most talented authors I've ever seen. Seriously. Yesterday I finished re-reading The Last Sacrifice, the final installment in the #1 New York Bestselling Vampire Academy series, for the somethingth time and I was as blown away this time as I was the first time. First of all, there's Dimitri Belikov--who barely needs an explanation after the first sight, and then there's Adrian Ivashkov. It's really too bad one of them gets his heart broken at the end, but the other's happiness is completely worth it. Plus he gets a huge part in the spin-off.

And where does this lead me? To read the newest Young Adult book from Mead, the spin-off called Bloodlines. No, I have not finished--I've been busy--but it's still amazing. I can hardly wait for June/July when I'll finally get the second. Richelle--I love you, but I wish you could've made your book come out faster. I do, however, hope your new son is as talented as you as he grows.

Sometimes I wonder, after reading books like that, I wonder if I'll ever have a love life. With someone as amazing as Dimitri or lovingly infuriating as Adrian. Someone smart and talented who'll be as hung over me as I am over him while I'm slung carefully over his shoulders. What would it be like? Would his eyes burn with an intensity so breathtaking I had to look away so I wouldn't suffocate from the look alone? Would a loving touch be all it take to make my heart swoon?

Would it even be real? Ever?

These are all things that go through my mind--and not just when I read these books. Every day. Another thing I ask is; Would I ever be good enough for him? And the only answer I can come up with is that I can cross my fingers and just hope that someday I will. God is there today, just for me, and until (and if) the right guy ever comes around I can be happy with just that.

Of course, you might be wondering where Bryce (this is my temporary name for him ;) ) fits into the equation. And honestly, I can tell you I have no clue. I want to be with him--yes--and my heart does swoon for him everytime I see him--and more--but I don't know if he is 'the one'. Hey, I'll figure it out someday.

Another thing I learned when rereading these books is that you pick up something new every time. I did in several parts in reading The Last Sacrifice. Though I suppose that's usual :)

Ciao
C

Life is a Jungle of Crap

Okay, it might not be for me but for probably 2.5 billion other people I don't even know I'm sure it is. Which is why I'm making this post. To get the word out of how some people could fix this. I don't even know who reads my blog, save a few friends of mine, or really why either. But if you're reading this, I order you to listen to me, get your butt off the freakin' computer, and go do somethign useful for the world.

I know what you're thinking. "Who the heck does this Cassandra person think she is, telling me what to do?!" Or maybe you'll just sluff me off, not care, and just stop reading. Maybe you're just reading to entertain yourself. Well, let me tell you, this could get a lot less entertaining if you don't listen. And for those of you wondering who I am; I'm just a young girl wishing the world was a better place for everyone.

Hunger is great all around the world. Reasons from not having enough money and not having enough food in the country to having careless parents who drink keep these people from getting enough food in their system to live. A lot of you live the good life. In fact, I KNOW you live the good life because you're on this computer/cell phone/device READING this. Did you know kids in other countries don't even know how to read because they don't have the materials?

So all that I ask of you is for you to do something to help those people. To help the poor. To assist and support them in these great times of need. Donate some money, or extra food you know you'll never eat. Some clothes just sitting in your closet. Maybe even give some of your time for these people, serving at a community meal or wrapping things up at a food bank. Everything helps.

Don't have a good enough insentive yet? Well how about this...

More and more people go hungry EVERY DAY. Many people die from this hunger. Many children are haunted by the hunger they must deal with everyday. They don't have the choice of whether they good food or not. You do. So you can ignore this, and be part of the millions that pass this by without a second glance and help kill and injure your people, your nation, your world, or you could sacrifice something of yours to save these people.

The choice is up to you.

Choose well. I already have.

-C-

I also want you to add a comment to this entry of what you have done to help the world. Give me a good idea of who's helping, and who isn't.

Amazing Awards...for Me! And You!

I have been awarded a blogging award. I HAVE BEEN AWARDED A BLOGGING AWARD. I mean, how do you get awesomer than that?!

I was awarded the Paperclip Award (capitalization, Cass, remember capitalization...) by a good friend of mine, Paperclip Girl. She is absolutely amazing. I reccomend you go read her blog. Like, right now :P

Okay, so now onto the award.

Isn't it beautiful?? I love it. Now onto the next part...

RULES: If you are awarded the Paperclip Award, you must answer the 13 prompts given, and then you must give the award to 13 bloggers (although, as the creator of the award, I’m giving you permission to give it to less, or more, and bend the rules a little) and give a link to their blogs. Also, no awarding the blogger who awarded you! Got that?
1. When you were little, what did you want to be when you grew up?
I was never actually worried about what I wanted to be when I wasn't sure. I just figured I could contemplate it when I get older, then was the time for fun! ;)
2. What is your ultimate favorite place to be?
My Ultimate place...I think it would be in the summer, at my desk with the lights out with my laptop and typing away at my latest story; OR at my best friend Ashton's house. Both are wonderful. Sunsets are great too...but that's for a nother day ;)
3. Name one famous person who inspires you. (Just one!!!)
Papercli--haha just kidding. I think Cynthia Hand is big one, but I also have to mention Stephanie Meyer, who is not my favorite author these days (actually I don't like her at all...Sorry!), but her books are what got me to start writing back in those first days.
4. Tea or Coffee?
Eww.
5. If you could be any other person for 48 hours, who would you be?
Bob. Look at my last post to see who Bob is.
6. What is your earliest memory?
Umm...When I was finally allowed to bite my brother back for all the times he bit me?
7. If you could ask anyone in the world, living or dead, anything, who would you ask, and what would you ask them?
I would ask Bob if he loves me. Stupid, yes, but it is  the one question I want answered more.
8. What is the scariest thing you have ever done?
Watched a grusome video about Black Death.
9. What is your favorite book?
I don't have one right now.
10. Briefly explain one of the weirdest dreams you have ever had.
Umm...I don't remember my dreams.
11. What one song best describes you? (Feel free to post a link to a Youtube vid)
Bleeding Love
12. Pen or pencil?
Pen
13. Is 13 an unlucky number or not?
Lucky. I am 13. Duh.

I'd like to award the very special Paperclip Award to the following peeps!

1. Jessica Scarlett, a very good friend of mine, get's the first prize. She's so deep and I love reading her blog as much as I'm sure she loves reading mine ;)

2. Ashton Pheonix Holt, the girl with problems as she puts it (which is only half wrong...;) ) has an amazing blog, even though she just started, and is an amazing person as well.

3. Cynthia Hand's blog. She is like my favorite author, (when my fellow NaNoWriMo-ers are excluded from being 'favorites' ;) ) and I love her books. She's also really clever and has some nice foreshadow. And I don't care if famous people don't count here. I'm always holding my breath for a post from Cynthia and therefor she counts in my book.

4. Beth Revis has a wonderful blog. I especially love her writer's help page, that definitely helped me in more ways than one--and I need all the help I can get.

I must admit I don't read much on blogger besides the four above, so I'm going to add Miss Paperclip's blog to the awarded. Oh--and I read her blog too :P

5. Paperclip Girl definitely deserves this award. Even though she created it. Anyways, I issue this award to the most random and one of the most amazing people I've ever met. Keep up the awesomeness! :)

Thanks everyone :)
-C-

Jumbles and Jumbles of Me

I hate being bored and full of thoughts. Therefor, here is a blogpost just to empty out all my crazy, churning thoughts that never go away and get it out in random orders and as fast as I can.

You can stop reading if you want to. I'll be darting around. You don't have to follow along with my talking where I discover myself again.

First of all, I'm tired. I'm really tired. I'm tired of being tired. I'm tired of not having enough time to write. I'm tired of waiting for a good time to talk to Bob. Tired of complaining about being tired of life. But oh well. I have to deal with it.

I want a hug. I want a hug from Bob, actually. I want to see into his soul everyday and all the time rather than a few lucky instants when he plays the Tom Toms without his coat, or wears a hat. Is that bad? A little touch makes me yank my arm back from instinct and yet I want more than that. So gentle he is...

That reminds me. I need a better name for Bob. Bob doesn't fit. Only his true name does. But I can't call him that. Not on here. So I need a better, soothing one like the one he has. I'm brainstorming. So from now on he will be known as 'Unknown' until I think of a better name. Which might take a while.

I think my favorite feature of Unknown is his eyes. Even though I avoid them and rarely get to actually see them I love them. They are the darkest brown, just melding with the black pupil at the middle, and on anyone else I'm sure they would be hard and strict, but on him (whens he regards me) they are the sweetest, most innocent eyes I've ever seen.

The beauty of them reminds me of my own. Or maybe it's because they two pairs are the only two I can imagine in my cluttered brain at any time. I don't know. I just know that they remind me of the other.

I think maybe it might be the deepness in them. The depth. The falling you feel when staring into them. I think maybe that signifies true beauty for me. The depth of someone, and their personality.

Sometimes I think about 'my type' and if I have one. It almost seems to me that I do, because B--I mean Unknown is so much like my last huge school-guy crush (this was actually pointed out to me in a dream...). Who knows.

Except Unknown is different from Jordan because Jordan was cruel to me--and only me--whereas Unknown is nice to me and only me. There's also quite a difference in looks--Unknown is way more beautiful. I'll be lucky if I catch him.

-C-

Let's call him Bob

It's been a while...


Okay, it hasn't been that long, but it HAS been more than two-three days, which is how often I'm supposed to post (the saturday story posts don't count...). So here's an update on me :)


First of all, I really like this guy at my new school. Let's call him Billy. No there's already a Billy there...Let's call him Bob instead. Anyways, I really really really really really REALLY you-get-the-point-really-really like him, I have the the GREAT urge to share this like--with the world. So please excuse my gushing. But I really like him. And I hope he never reads this blog so he nevers knows how crazy about him I am.


He sits by me in band, tuting a wonderful tune to his alto saxophone that I play too. His black hair is the most beautiful in the school--and I must admit--his hair (and him...) is as sexy as he declared to the band class a while back. Though I'm not jealous of him. I'm jealous of every girl who has the courage to admire and examine it.


I love how he treats everyone--including me. He teases everyone else, a certain laugh in his deep brown eyes that I love seeing, but he treats me with the gentlest motions, expressions, and words. It's makes me feel like I'm staring straight into his soul when he tears down his defenses and treats me this way.


YES! See, this is what I love about critical thinking, especially during blogging. Though it's just an idea, he could be nervous around me and like me too. He's always flipping his hair in my direction as if to catch a few last glances at me before we start a song or pack up to leave, though I never meet his eyes. I'm slow. If he tries to catch my eyes I don't realize it until he's looked away. Though I'm always aware of everything else he does. That I've trained myself to do. Also, he never outright stares like every other guy. Who knows.

Another supporting factor of the nervousness is that even though he teases everyone else, he has a real hard time teasing me. Even Roland, who he has a hard time teasing, is easier for him. I think it's because I'm so quiet or something or he doesn't know much about me, but whatever.

And I think I can openly say I'm in love with him. I get breathless at the mere thought of his name, (not Bob, I assure you...) which means I must be breathless 24/7 because he's always on my mind. I only hope he likes me back, which I doubt with my modesty and low self-esteme, but I'll keep you all updated.

For those of you who were bored with that post, I'm sorry, but he is now all I have to talk about minus the painful migranes from the painfully boring school I go to. (I'm obviously very lucky to have him) Deal with it.

Over-&-Out
C

P.S. I need to get writing again. Post anything you think would make for an interesting twist in the comments if you'd like. You don't have to know anything about my current story, so just have fun!

A Few Successful Love Stories--Part II

Okay guys, here is the second dose, starting off with my friend Peyton :)

I threw my third box of conversation hearts onto my bed, a big gusty sigh coming out of my lips. I looked at the stack of various Valentine’s Day cards and candy, most of them from the boys in my class. Not one of them was from the boy I truly wanted one from. Kenai.  My best friend. I always wanted to be more though, but he never suggested it, nor did he show that he wanted the same. I, on the other hand, have been practically jumping up and down, my arms flailing in front of his face, since seventh grade. I grabbed a box of jelly beans and popped it open, tipping it up and letting a few tumble into my mouth. I chewed furiously, my eyes narrowing with defeat. My gaze swept across the room, lingering at my surfboard in the corner of my room, leaning against the wall. I stood up; swallowing the jelly beans I had in my mouth before popping a few more in. I smiled mischievously, grabbing my board and swimsuit that was hanging off of it. I stuffed the box into my pocket and elbowed my door open, maneuvering through the hallway and to the front door, grabbing my house keys off the key rack. I didn’t call out a bye, since my parents weren’t home and weren’t going to be until after dinner. I had loads of time.  I started to walk down the road, my flip flops slapping on the ground in a steady rhythm.  It was pretty warm, so people were crawling the sidewalks. Mostly were tourists though. Everyone wanted to come to Hawaii this time of year. When it’s cold, they all seemed to migrate to warmer places.  I felt sand start to brush up my legs, signaling I was close to the beach. A smile crept onto my features as I pushed through the brush entrance my friends and I had created that entered into our cave. I remade our camouflage and then set my board down carefully on this rocky floor. I quickly changed into my suit and threw my clothes under my assigned rock before pulling my board back up and jogging towards the water. I saw a familiar head bobbing up and down in the waves, about 10 or 20 feet out. I smirked evilly and threw myself and my board into the water, paddling out as fast as I could. He heard me gasping for breath and turned around, smiling lightly.

“Alishanee! How’s it?” He asked, pulling the tip of my board forward, letting me rest a little.

“Pretty good! How ‘bout you?” I asked, peering out toward the waves.

“Eh, trying to lay low from the all the girls. Only way to do that was come out here. Those girls don’t like getting their hair wet.” He chuckled, and I couldn’t help but laugh. A wave came toward us, and Kenai grabbed my hand, making sure our boards didn’t separate. It wasn’t good enough to get anything out of, so we waited until the water leveled out enough. The minute it did, he ripped his hand from mine like it was on fire.

“Sorry.” He mumbled, picking some of the paint off of his board.

“I didn’t mind.” I shrugged, sticking my finger in the water and drawing circles.  I turned towards him and caught his shocked expression.

“What? Chill, brotha! I’m not gonna jump you in the middle of the freaking ocean!” I gestured all around me to emphasize the word.

“Didn’t say you were!” He said, adding a, “Wish you would though.” Under his breath.

I sighed and watched the waves again. “Today is Valentine’s Day, ya know.” He said, giving me a side glance.

“I know.” I said automatically, my brow furrowing. My hands absentmindedly running through the water.

“They're doing a big luau thing down on the beach a little bit later.” He added, a little bit of hope in his voice.

“Yeah?” I asked, turning towards him with a 100 watt smile aimed directly at him.

“I was hoping to…” He trailed off, staring back at me.  His gaze flicked over to the water. I could have screamed in anticipation. This was it. This was the moment that Kenai would finally make what we had even better. I quickly deflated when he pointed out at the water.

“Look at that wave! We gotta catch that! Come on Shanee!” He said, quickly turning his board around and beginning to paddle. I started muttering a string of colorful words his way, following after him desperately. We both managed to catch a few decent moments on the wave, riding it out toward the shore.  Kenai was the first one there, shaking his hair like a dog.

“That was awesome, huh Allie!?!” He yelled, sticking his board in the sand and leaning down, tearing the ankle string off before sitting down.

I laughed loudly and did the exact same thing, sitting down next to him. “Heck yeah! Haven’t caught one like that in awhile!” I pulled the hair that clung to my face back and smiled at him. His tan skin sparkled from the water beads reflecting off the sun, causing his abs to glisten. His deep brown eyes shining in excitement and adrenaline. His brown-black hair was sticking up in various directions, making him look like an escaped mental patient.

“Whatchya staring at?” He asked, laughing slightly. I caught myself and shook my head, ceasing my train of thought.

“Um, nothing.” I smiled lightly at him.

“Hmm. About that luau…” He said, trailing off again.

“What about it?” I asked, the excitement building back up inside me. I felt like a kid right before their parent’s announced that they were going to Disneyland.

“I was wondering if maybe…you and I…” He gestured in between us.

“Yes?” I almost screamed at him. He leaned back slightly, chuckling.

“That you and I could go and hang out there?” He blurted out, holding his breath waiting.

I pounced on top of him, making his board fall over.  “I have been waiting for you to ask me that for ten dang minutes!” I yelled, making him laugh loudly. He flipped me over.

“Sorry I kept you waiting.” He growled, and his lips met mine for the first time.

Valentines Day
By Julie
Short Story

I've been hurt to many times to count. My face was classic, a nice heart-shape, I had blond hair, and blue eyes. I was very small. I was sitting in front of my school, I was always showing up early.
"Hey, Saphirre, early again?" Xavier asked sitting next to me. I looked at his classic face, he was cute. He was my best friend, he might not be movie-star cute, but I still liked him.
"Hey Xavier, what's up?" I asked looking at him and smiling. No matter how much I loved him, I couldn't let my heart open again, only to be hurt. I got up and tried not to show my slight limp as I walked to the other side of the doorway.
"Saphirre, why are you limping? Did your dad get drunk again?" he asked, concerned.
"It's nothing, you don't need to worry about it, my fault," I said, looking away.
"Don't lie to me, you know it's not your fault, it's your father's fault," he said kneeling in front of me. "Saphirre, don't let him do this to you anymore, you miss school, work, time out with friends because of your father."
"What are you saying?" I whispered.
"Let me take you to CPS(Child Protection Service), they'll take care of you Saphirre, please. I don't want you to be hurt anymore," he looked at me as he stood up and held his hand out to me.
I silently took his hand and let him lead me to his car where he took me silently to CPS. He led me in where I told them my story of an abusive, drunk father, and a mother in depression.
They sent me to Florida to live with a new family. Over time, Xavier and I drifted apart.

Three Years Later

"Saphirre," Elizabeth said, trying to get my attention.
"Huh, what?" I asked, looking over at her.
"Are...You...Excited...?" she said deliberately.
"A little, maybe a little scared that I'll run into my father...or mother," I said.
"You're going home for a while, he's moved, I checked before I agreed to come here for your seventeenth birthday."
"Thanks," I said, looking out the window and waiting impatiently until we got to California.
When we landed, Elizabeth and I got a cab and went to a bed and breakfast. We were only five minutes, by walking, by walking, away from my old school.
"Elizabeth, I'm going for a walk, down to my old school," I called as I headed for the door.
"Take your phone, call if you're going to be out after cerfew," she called.
I walked to the school and into the field as school let out. I saw the beginning of football practice.
When I started to leave, I heard a voice call my name- "Saphirre! Wait, Saphirre!"
I turned, confused that a male voice was calling my name. When the guy was close enough to see his face, I immediately knew who it was.
"Xavier!" I yelled, running forward and opening my arms for a hug. He picked me up and whirled me around in several dizzying circles.
"I didn't know you were coming! You should have called me!" he said happily.
"I lost your number. God I've missed you Xavier," I sighed as he set me on the ground and wrapped his arms tightly around me. "Xavier? Can I tell you something?"
"Yeah, go ahead," he said pulling back and smiling back and smiling down at me.
"I've always loved you," I whispered.
"I've always loved you too, Saphirre," he replied, looking down at me with soft eyes. He leaned down and brushed his lips over mine. "Happy Valentines Day Saphirre," he whispered against my lips.

The End