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