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Post by mala1152 on Jun 25, 2010 16:05:53 GMT -5
hey all! i know, i know, i said i would have this story posted LONG before now, but things come up, as im sure u all understand... please just be patient with me a little longer as i finish up this story, or at least get a better jump on it before i start posting! if you are, i promise that this story will top both 'interrupted' and 'remember' combined! its a little bit different than my other two stories because i didnt really have a noticable underlying theme that titled 'interrupted' and 'remember,' hence the 'untitled' part. a few would work, but ill just keep it as 'untitled' for right now! ill start posting and update really soon, guys! thanks for reading!
~mala
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Post by mala1152 on Jul 14, 2010 19:14:57 GMT -5
whew, alrighty, here goes! the beginning of the end, the prologue to the last story in my series!!! ill probably cry while posting the last post of this story, just you wait....well, anywhoo, without further ado, here it is!
Prologue
It was the longest I have gone yet without seeing him. The last time I saw Damian was months ago, way back in October. After regaining my memory, it all came rushing back to me, and all the potential we had for memories was wasted. But that was eight months ago. Now it was June, and school had just let out for summer. I hadn’t spoken to Damian face-to-face since that terrible time in October, but we had absolutely kept in contact. For Christmas, I received a webcam from Mack; realizing what she intended for it, I sent one to Damian, and we have but to flip a switch on the tiny camera to see each other on the computer. It was nice, but not nice enough. Several times, we discussed seeing other people. The long-distance relationship was too hard, and it was taking its toll on both of us. We both considered it after a talk on our webcams, but the next time we were both on the computer, it was not a difficult decision: we would stay together. We knew from experience how much being apart hurt, so being completely cut off would be almost unbearable. As Damian graduated from school, and will move onto college in the fall, I became a senior in high school. Thus begun the process of applying to colleges, making visits, and all the other stressful things along with that. My school prepared visits to Europe for the language department, available to anyone who wanted to go and could afford it. I, however, was not one of those people. Mack was going, and she promised to show me all her pictures when she returned. My family and I decided that it would be more beneficial to spend our time and money on college visits, so I had spent the last few months saving up money from odd jobs and fundraisers, as well as thinking of possible places to visit. While I was planning all my possible college trips, it was a serious blow to discover that Damian and I would not be seeing each other any time soon. Celtic Thunder was not coming back to the US to do more promo stuff this summer, much to my dismay, and Damian could not keep coming to New Jersey all the way from Ireland just to see me. How would I go even longer without seeing him? It was hard enough already knowing that it was impossible to see each other, and now we had no clue when we would be together again in the future. In the meantime, I kept on; the sadness of being separated from Damian would often overtake me, but I had only to listen to a CD, give him a call, or talk to him on the computer to feel more connected to him. Also, if I did not have Mack, I do not know what I would have done! She really held me together when I needed her most. Although Damian and I had been together for about a year now, we had yet reached a lull in our relationship, where things became too casual, and all the excitement was gone. It was the exact opposite. It was as if being apart strengthened our pull toward one another, the bond that was there was even more intense than before. It almost reminded me of magnets, how they are attracted from a distance, but when they are close, they really seem to click. When would Damian and I magically click together again? Who knew…?
theres more to come! you know how i like it, reply reply reply and ill post post post post post! haha thanks, guys!
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Post by mala1152 on Jul 21, 2010 14:42:05 GMT -5
ok, so obviously, posts arent going to be updated as often as before...at least, not until im totally finished with the story! sorry about that. im working on it - what else is summer vacation for? haha well anywhooo, heres chapter 1!
Chapter 1
You would think I would be used to staying apart from loved ones. Heck, I’d had enough practice to last me a lifetime, in my opinion! So why was it so hard to hear Mack making plans for her trip to Europe? I asked myself that as I sat at her kitchen table, listening to her conversation with her mother, who was on the phone. “But Mom, it’s France in summer, it’s not like I need to pack my entire wardrobe-” She cut off. “Fine, fine, later then … and the hotel has breakfast there, so I won’t need extra money for that, just lunch and dinner. But should I still…? Yes, yes, I know …” What could she still be planning for? Mack had been so hyped up about this for months, and she was just now getting to all the gritty details, a week before they left. “I’ll have my camera on me the whole time, so did you pick up the new memory card I asked for? No?” She sighed. “No, it’s alright, Abs and I were just gonna run out, I’ll just get one on my way…But don’t forget to get some snacks from the grocery store, I’ll starve if I’m walking around all day without food! Okay, Mom, thanks. Bye.” Finally! Mack hung up. “Ready to go?” I asked eagerly. Since Mack would be gone for over three weeks, I wanted to get as much time together as possible. After all, she was my best friend. “Yeah, I just need to get one thing …” and she spun in the direction of her room. I wanted to wait for her in the kitchen, but Mack started making so much noise in her room I had to go see what it was. I walked out of the white, sunlit kitchen and into her pale lime green, messy room. “What are you looking for?” I asked. “My list,” she replied hastily. Mack had a list of all her supplies that she would need to bring on her trip, and lately, I had barely seen her without it. “You lost the list?” I pretended to look shocked. “But-” “Abs, are ya gonna make fun of me, or are you going to help me look?” she pretended to sound sharp, but there was an actual snippiness in her tone. “Fine.” After overturning one of her desk drawers and searching under her untidy covers on the teal and lime bed, Mack’s sudden gasp made me jump. “Of course!” she said, and I followed her to the kitchen. She pulled ‘the list’ from under the microwave before stuffing some other stray papers behind it. “How on Earth…?” “It’s an organized mess,” Mack explained. “Now let’s go.” We proceeded out to her car, where I remained silent for a few minutes. The thought of Mack leaving me as well stung a bit. Being home while both Damian and Mack were away in Europe made me feel alone, truly alone, and that was definitely enough to keep me quiet. “What’s up?” Mack asked me, her eyebrows knitting together in a concerned look. “Nothing, why?” I put on my innocent face, trying not to show how upset I really was by all this. “Come on, Abs, what’s the matter?” Geez, did she always have to be so perceptive? “Mack, it’s nothing, really! Now just-” I stopped myself. I attempted to make it clear through my tone that I did not really want to talk about it, when I really did. Mack obviously saw through my petty charade and tried to coax it out of me. “Abigail Marie,” she began. “Mackenzie Crystal,” I replied, trying to throw her off with a little humor. It did not work. “Abigail Marie, if you don’t tell me what the matter is, then I will turn around and take you straight home!” Mack shrieked like my mother does when she gets upset, which was too hilarious to keep a laugh to myself. A few moments later, Mack joined me in giggling. Mack took a deep breath to calm herself (after all, she was driving), then turned to me and said, “But seriously, Abs, what’s up?” I sighed. There was just no keeping this from her. “It’s just you,” I started. When she looked taken aback, I hurriedly continued. “You’re leaving for Europe, and I won’t see you for three weeks!” At the sight of Mack’s understanding face, I gave a weak laugh, and said, “And I’m not exactly too thrilled about it.” I didn’t mean that I was not thrilled she was going to Europe, but that we would not see each other for a while. Mack understood that. “Abs … I’m going to miss you, too, but it’s not like it’s for the whole summer. I mean, you’ll find other stuff to do for three weeks, just like I will. And I’ll call you all the time. And I mean, all the time. There’s tons of stuff to see there, and I’ll tell you everything. So don’t worry, okay?” “Okay,” I mumbled weakly. While Mack’s reassuring words did currently reassure me, I was not totally convinced. Oh, well, there is a time for everything, and now was not the time to be gloomy and whiney. I was admittedly feeling better for the rest of the car ride. Mack pulled into a Dairy Queen that was by the mall, and we both bought some Blizzards to cool off from the hot June sun. “Mmm … come on, Abs, we don’t have time to sit here and eat,” Mack said as she saw me taking a seat at a table near the door. “What? But it’s air-conditioned!” I begged. “Nuh-uh, we still have loads of stuff to do! I need a new bathing suit, and now I need a memory card, and I’ll still need to get good walking shoes, sunscreen, an iTunes card, ‘cause trust me, there is no way I’m sitting on a plane for that long without enough music to last me the trip! And I wanna get some new books, and I need to get a case for my laptop …” Just like that, I thought. Back where we started!
so...not much about any of hte romantic, damian stuff yet, but i wont let you guys down!!! hahaha until next time....
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Post by mala1152 on Jul 30, 2010 14:21:14 GMT -5
here we go, the next part... Chapter 2
University of Miami, Florida. UCLA. Boston College. Brown. I fished through all these papers the colleges sent to me, interested in me due to my superior grade scores. Although my SAT scores were spectacularly high, I did not expect really popular and great schools like Brown and BC to be interested in me! What was more surprising was that these were some of my top choices, the kinds of colleges I had dreamed of going to ever since college became a priority. I threw aside some other, less interesting college advertisements. University of Arkansas, Appalachian State, Ball State, and some other college I have never heard of. I sat at the kitchen table, alone in the house, and the time of the microwave read 3:23. My parents were at work, my brothers at the pool with their friends, and I figured Mack was probably sick of me after our long afternoon together, so here I was, all by my lonesome. Not that I minded being alone, of course. It was just that I was very temperamental about my company. And right now, the company I craved was halfway across the world, across an entire ocean, in a different time zone, all the way in Ireland. I was enveloped in loneliness, just sitting there at the kitchen table. There was only one way to fix it. I pressed speed dial 9, which was Damian’s number. It wouldn’t be too late in Ireland to call, only a little after 8 p.m. After the phone rang twice, I became aware of my anxiety. It was like I was playing baseball, and I just hit a ball deep into the outfield. I had already run around the bases, and now I was on the third baseline, in the home stretch, but my legs just could not move fast enough to propel me to home plate. Such was my eagerness to hear Damian’s voice. He answered on the third ring. “Hello?” I sighed. I stomped on home plate in my crazy imagination. “Hey, Damian,” I said, releasing all the air out of my lungs. His voice … “Mala!” he sounded excited. Well, I was excited, too! Hearing him speak to me never got old. “What’s up?” “Oh, nothing much … I just wanted to hear you,” I said, less bashful than I used to be, but my stomach still did a little loop-de-loop at my choice of words. “I guess that makes two of us,” Damian said sweetly. “Well, you sound cheery,” I said accusingly. “Because I was actually about to call you.” “You were?” I asked excitedly. What was this about? “I was. Because … we’re coming back to New Jersey in the fall!” Damian practically shouted. I nearly dropped the phone. If flung whatever mail I had in my hand across the room, and I hopped up from my chair in enthusiasm. Every other thought in my brain, about colleges, or Mack, or Europe, or whatever, had just been taken over, my mind screaming. I heard a loud-pitched shriek of delight in my head about Damian coming back to New Jersey, the only thought my brain was currently capable of. “Ouch, geez, stop screaming!” Damian said jokingly. Oops. Apparently, that happy shriek that was in my head was out loud. “Sorry,” I giggled. “I’m just so happy! This is great! Maybe this time, I’ll actually get to see the show…” “Ha, yeah, that’s right. And so…you can count on two tickets for you and Mack for the Rama concert in the fall.” While Damian was so speaking sprightly, the mention of Mack brought me back down from my cloud of happiness. He must have noticed my silence, for he called me on it. “What’s wrong?” Damian asked. I began walking around the room, picking up the thrown mail. “Oh, nothing. It’s just that Mack is going to be closer to you for three weeks than I will.” I slapped some envelopes on the kitchen table, and began to pick up the rest. “What’re you talkin’ about?” he asked, confused. “She’s going to Europe for a few weeks with school, is all. So she’ll be in France and England and Spain and wherever else, and you’ll be in Ireland, and me … I’ll be in frickin’ New Jersey,” I said bitterly. I arranged the last of the college forms I’d received over the past few months in a neat pile on the table. “Oh,” was all he said. “Well, what about your college visits? At least you’ll be going somewhere this summer.” “Yeah, maybe, but that’s not really the problem,” I started. “I mean, you and Mack, two of the most important people in the world to me, will be gone! It’s just …” I sighed, at a loss for words. “I know what you mean, Mala,” consoled Damian. “But Mack won’t be gone too long, and you and I will be together again, finally, in the fall. I mean, I know it’s not much now, but at least it’s something, right?” I flipped through all the unopened mail from this week, opening the envelopes addressed to me from whatever other colleges there were. “Yeah, I know. I’m just overreacting, that’s all.” I paused before adding, “I miss you.” “I miss you, too,” Damian replied. He started humming his version of ‘Home’ from the newest Celtic Thunder DVD, starting with the part of “I miss you, you know.” I guess right now, that song would be quite fitting. I closed my eyes and just listened to his beautiful voice, allowing it to consume me, almost like a dream. “Well, enough being sad!” he cried, breaking out of his song, and snapping me out of my reverie. I laughed at his comic relief. “Fine fine fine,” I resolved. I picked up another college advertisement, but that was not what caught my eye. With Damian still chattering to me on the phone, my brain was whirring as I stared at this apparently insignificant piece of paper. Just from one shiny college paper, the entire course of my summer changed.
at least i didnt leave you all hanging TOO much...haha it gets better i promise! ill update as soon as i can!thanks for the replies!
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Post by mala1152 on Sept 3, 2010 16:09:59 GMT -5
oh my gosh, im sooooo sorry for not updating in such a long time! you know how things can get so busy in one minute...but ill post an extra-long update! and ill try to be better about updating more frequently in the future! Chapter 3
I ate dinner that evening with my family, instead of going out with Mack and our friends as we had planned. I picked at my food, a smile on my face since my conversation with Damian. While my twin brothers and parents ate around me, all I could think about was my phone call that afternoon and my miniature revelation I had while speaking to Damian. “So,” said Damian, near the end of our conversation, “You really think this will work?” “Absolutely,” I answered. “But will she be okay about it?” he asked. “No, of course not,” I said bluntly. “But I don’t really care! I want to do this for me, for us, Damian. Now, I know you agree with that!” “Actually, I do!” he answered with a laugh. “But, in all seriousness, this will take some more serious planning.” “I know.” “Good,” Damian said. “That gives me an excuse to call you all the time! I mean, even more than we usually do.” We both chuckled shortly. “Wait,” Damian continued. “If that’s my excuse, then what’s yours?” he joked. “Hmmm … well, it’s probably because I love you,” I said, the huge smile on my face growing even wider. “Ah, and I love you, too. I’ll call you tomorrow,” he finished. “Okay. Oh, and Damian?” “Yeah?” “Call me when I would be awake, not when you would be awake. Different time zones, remember?” “Ha ha, right, Mala. Love you! Bye.” “Love you, too, Damian. Bye.” Click. I hung up, feeling the cheeriest I had since school let out a week previously. That mood went unnoticed by my parents and brothers, who are now making quiet conversation around the dinner table. I tried to get and stay involved in it, but every so often, my elated feeling from this afternoon would creep back into me, engulfing my every emotion. So naturally, that would come as a distraction. However, despite my currently distracted mood, I did not miss the question, directed toward me, of course, that popped up every evening during dinner. “So, Abby, have you made a decision about your college visits?” The answer was usually no, but tonight, I would catch them off guard. You see, when the whole college thing started to become more and more of a pressing issue, my parents told me I could two to three colleges I wanted to visit in the summer. I wanted to major in child psychology, so I did a whole bunch of research on schools with good programs. I already had two colleges, Boston University and Vanderbilt, and the third was one about which I was still being very irresolute. So, my answer to my dad’s question was, “Actually, yes.” My family looked up from their plates in surprise. “Really?” asked my mom, shocked. “Where?” I cleared my throat. “Boston University,” I ticked off on one finger. “Vanderbilt,” I ticked off on another, “And …” I held my breath, and I saw that my parents mimicked the action. “Oxford,” I declared, anxious for their reaction. “Oxford?!” exclaimed Dad. “Yeah. I’ve been doing a lot of research lately,” which was true, “And I got a thing in the mail.” When they all looked shocked, I began getting defensive. “I checked up on their admissions, and with my GPA, I’m qualified to get accepted.” Also true. My top-notch grades left me with a cumulative GPA of 4.4, which I have steadily maintained since freshman year. “What?” I finally asked sharply, at the dumbfounded expressions on my parents’ faces. Even my brothers knew that this was a big deal, for they also looked surprised. From the way all their faces were expanded, with eyebrows arched, eyes wide, and necks stretched out, you would think I had told them I was abducted by aliens and magically sprouted a second head. “What?” I asked again, this time with a response from Mom. “Nothing, honey, it’s just … Oxford! Wow, that – that’s really prestigious.” “Well, it’s not like I’ve been accepted or anything! They just sent me some stuff in the mail.” I handed them the letter and advertisement expressing Oxford’s interest in me. It was the very mail I had opened that afternoon while on the phone, and after several hours of researching it on the computer that day, I was ecstatic at its sociology and psychology department, its surroundings, and the overall attitude of professionalism it exerted. “You realize this is in England, right, Abby?” asked my dad. “Yes, and you realize that it’s a really good opportunity for me, and something I am really serious about?” I did not like where this was going…! “Yes, but honey … this isn’t just some out-of-state college; it – it’s – it’s in England!” cried my mother. I was exasperated, to say the least. Did they seriously think I was oblivious to all this? “I know that! But you two knew that there was nothing locally that I was interested in, so what difference does it make? I thought you would be excited for me. It’s a great school.” My parents were silent, looking at each other, then me, then the papers, and repeating the process. My brothers still looked humorously stupid, their mouths hanging open, watching the exchange. This was the moment I realized this might not work out. Don’t think about that, came the all-too-familiar voice in my head. Stay positive. And so came the moment of truth. “So? Can we at least visit?” I bit my lip too hard, tasting what I thought was blood. Mom looked at Dad, both with stolid faces. “Well,” said my mom, and I held my breath. “I guess it wouldn’t hurt to check it out.” Inside, I was jumping and shouting. Outside, I was smiling and thanking them. Phase one, complete.
Chapter 4
It was settled. We would all first visit Boston University and Vanderbilt, and then my mom and I would fly together, just the two of us, to England to see Oxford. Vanderbilt was my first choice, and, after all my intense research that one afternoon, Oxford was a close second, taking the number two spot from Boston. Since Vanderbilt was closest, only about fifty minutes away, we decided to make a day out of it, and even bring along Sam and Nathan. While they did get distracted touring the campus, I took a lot from it. The courses were very intense, and the students were very serious. The technology was very advanced, which gave me the impression that Vanderbilt was always on top of things. There was a diverse student body, and the campus was nice. When we left, I felt that I had a very good chance of being accepted to my first choice college and loving it. We did not do any more visits for a few days, but I was pressuring my parents to get them both in before the time that Mack left for Europe. So, three days before Mack left, we set out for Boston U, approximately an hour or so away. With what I saw from not only their psychology courses and department, but from the whole school, I was majorly impressed. At first, just the view made me eager; it was right on the riverside, and with the sun shining and the reflection of the school on the water, I did not think I would rather be anyplace in the world. From what I gathered, there were countless opportunities for research, studying abroad, and internships, all of which were important to me. And also, from what some students told me, it was a great place to spend four college years. I left there feeling very convinced that I would also be happy here. Mack was leaving in two days. My mom and I were leaving in five. First, Mack would spend a few days in France, then fly to England, where she would stay for a few more days. From England, she and the rest of the high school students touring Europe would visit Ireland (the lucky ducks), then Italy, and finally Spain before finally returning home. The whole trip would take three weeks! On the day prior to Mack’s departure, I sat in her room, helping her get sorted and packed before she left in the morning. “Abs, could you throw that shampoo bottle in the front pocket?” she asked. “Which one?” I asked, baffled by the number of suitcases she had lying on the floor. “The … uh … this one!” Mack cried, stuffing a small black bag into my arms. I took the bottle and placed it in the pocket, then gently gave it back to Mack, who simply threw it aside once again. It burst open, almost every single pocket, followed by a cry of exasperation from Mack. “Argh, I’m never gonna finish!” she wailed, eyes closed and head thrown back. “Mack,” I sighed, “Just chill out a minute! We’ll just repack it.” We set to work repacking all the fallen items, folding clothes and replacing them, closing up bottles, straightening book pages, and untangling chords. The rhythmic motion of it seemed to soothe Mack, for when she spoke again, it was much calmer. “So, how were your college visits? I know I haven’t asked about them much.” Since she sounded apologetic, I replied, “Oh, no, it’s fine, don’t worry about it. They were great! I am completely in love with both schools. It’s so hard to pick, ya know?” “Yeah, I know. Which one are you leaning towards, though?” I thought about it for a second. “Well, as of right now, I’d say Vanderbilt. But I haven’t even seen Oxford yet, though.” Mack nodded. “I have a feeling that you’ll love Oxford even more.” “What makes you say that?” I wondered. “I don’t know; I just have a feeling. Then you’ll up and move to England for four years, which, by the way, totally beats me vacationing for three weeks!” I rolled my eyes at her, but I took what she said seriously. What if I did get accepted to Oxford and choose to go to school there? Would I be able to leave my friends and family here in New Jersey? The only consolation I took from this was that I would, at last, be within a reasonable living distance from Damian. I shook myself from my deep thoughts. I checked Mack’s alarm clock sitting on her bedside table, and was astounded at the time: it was already 9:30! I had been there with her for three hours packing. “Hey, uh, Mack? You have to get up pretty early tomorrow to catch your plane…don’t you wanna go to sleep?” “Sleep? There’s no time!” she exclaimed, clearly freaking out. “I still have to pack!” Mack looked as if she could use a little sleep, but I kept that comment to myself. “Mack, I’m helping you pack, so why don’t we just finish up really fast, and then you can hit they hay? Sound good?” She sighed. “Sure. It’ll go faster with two people.” We sat there again, and finished stuffing her suitcases, full to the brim, within the hour. I decided to spend the night at Mack’s house. I lay on an air mattress on Mack’s bedroom floor, surrounded by her luggage. We stayed up until the early hours of the morning, reminiscing, gossiping, and laughing only as best friends do. Even after my warnings to both Mack and myself, we barely slept at all.
a little confused after chapter 3? you should be! hahaha dont worry, youll pick up on what "the plan" is eventually! be patient with me, please, the answer comes soon enough. any guesses? reply reply reply!
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Post by mala1152 on Oct 12, 2010 13:36:44 GMT -5
whoops, sorry i know its been a while, but the reason i havent been posting is because i actually lost my flash drive that has all my stories on it....but hear me, i WILL find that dang flash drive if its the last thing i do! hahaha ill update soon! thanks for reading! ~mala
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Post by mala1152 on Oct 21, 2010 15:04:37 GMT -5
okay, so theres good news and bad news...the good news is that i found my flash drive! hooray! but the bad news is that a couple chapters somewhere in the middle are missing. this doesnt really affect you all very much, except that i wont be able to update when i reach that part of the story. ill have to make up for them by rewriting some parts, but you'll still get the general idea of the story. ill try my best to remember what got deleted! thanks for reading! here's an extra-long update just because ive made you wait Chapter 5 The following morning, bleary-eyed, stiff-legged, and sleep deprived, Mack and I rode to the airport with her parents to see her off. When she finally boarded her plane, I felt a wave of familiarity wash over me as I watched her leave the terminal. It was just like watching Damian walk away again and again. Only, watching Damian leave was much, much harder. With Mack, at least I know that I would see her again in a little while. Thinking of Damian and our long-distance relationship the whole way home, I was on a bit of an emotional rollercoaster. When I thought of the happy times, like Montclair, the first time we met, or the time we spent on the roof and on the beach, I would smile widely, giggle quietly, or even lose my breath for a moment or two. When I thought of the sad times, like our current distance or one of us always having to leave the other, I would have a somber expression and become very subdued. Such a rollercoaster continued for a day or two. In the time since I had last called Damian, when we started our plans, Mack had become involved, and I had called him several times in the past weeks to make sure we had everything memorized backwards and forwards. Putting the plan into action was key, so everything had to be delivered exactly right. Now it was my turn for all the packing, something that I definitely did not look forward to! I was leaving in two days, so I really only had today and tomorrow to pack and get all my things together. My melancholy mood from a few days ago continued hanging over me, and the tedious packing did nothing to help. It was about five in the evening, after dinner, and I was in the middle of throwing my toiletries together when my phone rang. I checked the caller ID, then my heart started racing. “Hey, Damian!” I answered enthusiastically. “Hey, Mala!” “What’s up?” I asked, still searching for a hairbrush. “I’m assuming that since we’ve finished all our planning that this is just a social call?” He chuckled. “Yeah, I guess it is. But I have a good feeling about our plans.” “So do I,” I said. “God, I just want it to be Friday already! And it’s only Wednesday!” I pouted. “Two more days … that's way too long,” Damian said sarcastically. “Shut up,” I commanded jokingly. However, he did not shut up, and we continued talking later into the evening. I abandoned my poor attempt at talking to Damian and packing simultaneously long ago, and settled for lying across my bed talking to Damian; laughing when he said something funny, giggling and blushing when he said something sweet, and doing nothing but dreaming of when I could see him again. The following morning, I was woken up earlier than usual due to an annoying buzzing sound coming from my right. I looked over to see my phone vibrating: someone was calling me. I snuck a peek at my clock. It read 6:50. Ugh, I thought, Who would bother calling me at seven in the morning? Who would even be up at this hour?I answered my own question: Someone who wasn’t in the same time zone! I hurried to pick up my phone, to see if it was Damian or Mack. “Hello?” “Good morning, sleepy head! “Mack!” I cried. I quieted myself so as not to wake the rest of my family. “Where are you?” “In ze lovely city of Parieeeee!” Mack replied in a fake French accent. “Well, that would explain it,” I muttered. “What?” Mack asked. “It’s not even seven in the morning here!” I exclaimed, getting a little loud again. “Oh, yeah … sorry,” she said humbly. “But hey, in another day or two, we won’t have to worry about that anymore! You’ll be visiting Oxford.” “Yeah, I know! I’m so excited. Oh, and while we’re on the subject … did you bring my bag of clothes and stuff with you?” “Yes, Abs, I did! Now we’ve been planning this for a week, and it’ll go off without a hitch, so just take a chill pill, would ya?” Ah, Mack…always one to calm me down! “Okay, geez …” I trailed off, and then changed the subject abruptly. “So how is ‘ze lovely city of Paris?’” “Abs, it is amazing!" she nearly shouted, emphasizing every word. "We went up the Eiffel Tower, and there was this cute little bistro where I had breakfast. Oh, and you know how there’s always that stereotypical French painter with the mustache and the beret and the black and white striped shirt in cartoons and stuff?” “Uh, yeah?” Gosh, she speaks at a million miles an hour! “I saw one of those guys! It was the funniest thing, I just had to take a picture with him! And no joke, his name was seriously Pierre. Like seriously, it was the weirdest thing!” We both laughed over Pierre for a while as I continued to listen to Mack speed-talk about her adventures in France. I myself now was even more anxious to get to England, not only to visit Oxford, but to see England the way Mack has seen France. It was nearly 7:30 when Mack was called away, and I hung up after hearing her promise to next time call me at a time that was more convenient to me. I rose slowly from bed, and walked out of my room to another long, tedious day of waiting; waiting for it to be nighttime, waiting for me to board our plane to England, waiting to see Oxford, waiting to finally carry out my plans … waiting, waiting, waiting. Chapter 6 Finally! I thought as my alarm clock blared at five in the morning, jolting me awake. It was finally time to depart for England. I dressed quickly, practically ran down the stairs with my luggage, and threw it into the car. I grabbed a pack of Poptarts for breakfast, not even noticing my mother walking stiffly around the kitchen, sipping coffee. When she looked up, our eyes met. She looked exhausted, with dark circles engraved beneath her bright brown eyes. “You’re driving,” was Mom she said before handing me my plane ticket. I glanced at our round-trip tickets and then stowed them safely away in what was to be my carry-on bag. “We’d better get going,” I said to her, and she nodded her head. Mom sighed, then poured her coffee down the sink, staring after it as if she was sorry to see it go. She dragged her feet out to the car, and by the time I pulled out of the driveway, Mom was asleep in the passenger’s seat. “Wake up, Mother, we’re here!” I shook her shoulder angrily as she came to. I coaxed her out of the car impatiently, and when we were walking through the terminal of the airport, it looked like she still was not fully awake. We were not waiting long before the announcement for our flight was made. “Flight eighteen to London will now begin boarding through gate three.” Yes!The flight was going to take about eight hours, plus another hour to get from London to Oxford, England. Throw in the time change along with my early arousal … I would be pretty tired when we finally arrived. Yet, I did not care in the slightest. All I did on the plane ride to London was rerun through my plans, chanting them to myself like a mantra. Again, all there was left to do was wait. When we finally arrived at our hotel in Oxford, England, my watch read 3:40. Of course, because of the five-hour time difference, it was really 8:40 here in England. My mother, who had not slept a wink on the plane, was ecstatic at this. Within another hour, she collapsed on her queen-sized bed in our tiny hotel room. I flopped on my identical, pristine white bed opposite hers and thought. We had the room for a few days; my mom decided that, while we are in England, we’d might as well make the most of it and do some sightseeing. Tomorrow was reserved for Oxford, right down to business. Then we had two days after to just do whatever we wanted. So, three days in England, and on the fourth day, on a plane back to New Jersey, back across the ocean that kept Damian and me apart. We were closer geographically than we had been in eight months. The thought had my insides churning, doing a tango in my abdomen. All the feelings I had had in New Jersey while thinking of Damian were nothing compared to how they were now. I felt a gut-wrenching desire, heightened almost to the point of a necessity, to be with Damian again. I was searching so fiercely for him, that it was like I was spinning in circles; now, I was all spun out, left dizzy and disoriented at not catching so much as a glimpse. Crashing back down to Earth, in my small hotel room, I sighed and rolled over onto my side. Everything was much darker than I had remembered; I must have fallen asleep. I quietly changed into my pajamas, dressing in the dark so as not to wake my mother. Feeling my eyes becoming heavier and heavier, I stumbled back to the bed and fell asleep quickly. In my dreams that night, I imagined a top, spinning and whirling and twirling, to end no other way except lolling to one side in defeat. Abruptly, it changed. One second, it was the top, losing all its inertia, and the next second, it was a scene of me standing in darkness. I was watching myself and the oncoming scene unfold. My dream self was standing there, looking around frantically. Then, a deep, beautiful, familiar voice broke into the silent darkness. “Mala,” the voice called. Although it was familiar, I could not place the face that the voice belonged to. The dream Abby continued to look around, seeking the person who called my name. “Mala,” it called again. It echoed the slightest bit. “Mala.” It echoed loudly, crashing in Dream Abby’s eardrums. Then it was suddenly quiet, an eerie quiet. Finally, after panicking and searching for the mystery man to whom the voice belonged, Dream Abby saw a figure on her left. She turned to face him. Of course, she thought. Of course, I thought as well. “Mala,” said Damian, standing not five feet in front of Dream Abby. Damian, I thought, and Dream Abby vocalized my word. After a closer look at Damian, however, something seemed off. He looked the same, but also different. His same gorgeous features were still there, but they were too bright in this dark surrounding. Dream Abby’s eyes narrowed, and she hesitantly took a step forward. Damian’s face broke out into a knowing smile, and yet nobody said anything or acknowledged the strange state of things. Dream Abby took another tiny step toward Damian, and she realized she could now see better. It was lighter around where Damian stood, and she could see her own body now. She raised her right hand in front of her face, just to make sure she was fully there. Then, she took up raised right arm and brought it forward to touch Damian. The second her hand should have touched Damian’s chest, he vanished into a cloud of smoke, right out of sight. It was dark, and Dream Abby let out a terrified scream of panic. Back in my hotel room, I shot bolt upright, my right arm outstretched into the darkness. is the dream kind of random? im just curious, and i want to hear your thoughts...and i promise it gets a lot more interesting and exciting very soon! reply reply reply, you know the drill...and ill try ot update more often! thanks for reading!
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Post by mala1152 on Nov 6, 2010 15:36:59 GMT -5
alrighty, heres the next part.... now just so youre all warned, this is a really long story again, so please stick with me through it!Chapter 7 I awoke early the next morning. I looked over at my mother, still asleep in her bed. So as not to wake her, I crept silently into the bathroom to shower. I glanced at my reflection in the mirror and groaned at what I saw. My eyes stung a bit, and they still felt heavy from lack of sleep last night. Faint purplish gray circles appeared under them, and my entire face looked weary. As much as I hated it, I would have to put on some makeup today – I needed to make a good impression at Oxford! After my shower, I pulled the tangled knots out of my messy hair and threw my pajamas back on. No need for makeup quite yet. Feeling clean, I went down to the lobby for some breakfast. Mom joined me just when I sat down to a piece of toast. “Morning,” she crowed, looking rested. “Hey,” I murmured, my energy level a little bit higher after my shower, but not by much. “Tired?” she asked. “No kidding. I slept horribly last night.” “You want some coffee?” Mom asked, standing up. “I got it covered,” I said, holding up my medium cup, filled to the brim with dark roast. Mom nodded once and walked away to get her own. Breakfast woke me up some more, and by ten, I was feeling ready and energized for the day. My mom and I dressed for our visit to Oxford, coming up in the next hour. I still looked like death warmed over, so I applied subtle amounts of my mom’s makeup. After a full appraisal in the mirror, I deemed myself acceptable. As Mom and I passed Oxford on the road in our inexpensive rental car, the beautiful sights took my breath away. A majestic green lawn in front of a glorious peaked castle, arched doorways on the outdoor campus, tall roofs with pointed pikes, beautiful windows and lush green trees all drew my attention. My eyes scanned over the whole place, drinking it all in. It was beautiful. The surroundings still had me in a stupor as we walked through a set of tall, grayish blue double doors. We were scheduled to meet with a student and a woman who worked in the admissions department, who were to both give us a tour and answer any questions we had. Mom asked somebody where the admissions department was, and we were soon on our way there to meet them. When we saw them, they were not at all what I expected. The admissions woman was young, with a light gray suit and pink blouse, standing several inches taller than me. That may have been due to her three inch heels, but even without them, she was tall. She had a round face with short, straight brown hair, and a kind smile. The student, on the other hand, threw me totally by surprise. She was about my height with long, shiny blonde hair. She was slender and beautiful, with long legs that I am positive attracted every guy she passed. The way she was dressed showed no indication that she was a conservative (and studious, for that matter) person. However, she had bright green eyes that seemed inviting, and a few freckles that made her look young. She smiled at me as well. “Hello,” said the admissions woman first. “Hi,” said Mom, and soon after, I also greeted the two. “I’m Linda Slat, director of admissions here at Oxford. I take it you’re Abigail?” said the tall woman, offering her hand. She had a British accent, but thin enough that I could understand what she was saying. “That I am,” I responded with a smile. I shook her outstretched hand and said, “Thank you for meeting with us today.” “My pleasure,” said Mrs. Slat. “This is Bree Davis,” and she gestured to the pretty girl at her left. “Hello,” she said, and we shook hands as well. She had a slightly higher voice than me, and it, too, was accented. “Bree is a sophomore, and probably the most brilliant student in her class,” bragged Mrs. Slat. Really? “Really?” Mom asked, not sounding rude, but fascinated. “That’s great!” “Thanks,” said Bree sweetly, “But I think she’s exaggerating a bit.” “What are you majoring in?” I asked her. “Psychology,” said Bree. “Really?!” I exclaimed. “That’s what I want to major in!” Bree laughed. “That’s probably why I’m here, then,” she said, with a sly look at Mrs. Slat. Mrs. Slat only laughed and said, “Shall we get started?” Oxford was, at first glance, magical. Everything seemed to run with ease, to look fantastic, and feel home-y all at the same time. Everywhere I looked, I could see more and more magic sparkling before my eyes. The campus was mesmerizing. Of course, we talked academics, too. There was a wonderful four- or six-year program for aspiring psychologists, and just talking about it all was brewing excitement in my stomach. Throughout the day, however, I was amazed to see how quickly Bree and I took to each other! She was so friendly and open about things, it was so easy to talk to her. While my mom asked a bunch of off-the-wall questions to Mrs. Slat, Bree and I often tagged along behind, chatting and giggling about whatever subject came to mind. After a small portion of our tour, we all sat down to some lunch. I switched between answering questions about myself in a professional manner to Mrs. Slat to continuing my fun conversations with Bree. Even though we had only met a few hours ago, we were already like friends. She was so easy to talk to and get along with, just like Mack. We were just throwing away the remainder of our lunches when my phone rang. Mrs. Slat was involved in a conversation with some other colleague, my mom had just left to use the restroom, and Bree was standing close by me. I glanced at the caller ID and, much to my delight, it was Damian! “Hello?” I answered, turning slightly away from Bree. “Hey, Mala,” Damian replied smoothly. I felt myself blush just at the sound of his voice. “Damian! Guess what?” “What?” he asked. “I’m finally in England!” I practically sang. He laughed. “I know, that’s kind of the reason I’m calling. We need to nail down the last-minute timing of our plans.” “Right, right, our plans …” We continued talking, drifting away from our talk of our plans after they were all settled. I told him about Bree and how amazing the campus was, even though I had only been touring it for only a little over an hour. I was just laughing into the phone when I saw Mom and Mrs. Slat approaching Bree and me, so I had to hastily hang up. “Uh, Damian, I gotta go … I’m still at Oxford, and we’re about to go see the rest of it.” “Okay, call me later! Love you,” he added sweetly. I blushed again. “Love you, too,” I murmured into the phone, then hung up. I wondered if Mrs. Slat saw or heard any of that, and thought that I did not take college visits seriously. However, Mrs. Slat seemed oblivious to my phone conversation, as did my mother. “Ready to go?” Mrs. Slat asked Mom and me. “Sure!” I replied enthusiastically. And so we continued with our tour. Mrs. Slat and I were talking about my interest in psychology when we reached the library, and that was when my mom took over with talking to Mrs. Slat. I hung back again with Bree. “So,” she said softly, since we were in the library. “Who’s Damian?” “Oh,” I blushed, “So you heard that, huh?” “Oh, yeah!” Bree exclaimed in her prefect British accent. “So who is he? Is he your boyfriend?” “Well, yeah,” I said. “But he lives in Ireland, so I don’t get to see him a lot.” “Oh,” she said sadly. “Well, you’ve come all this way, and Ireland isn’t that far from here, and with the ferry, you could probably be there in a few hours! Did you make plans to see him?” I eyed my mother, standing a few feet from me, and then I turned back to Bree. “No,” I said. “No, I didn’t.” With that, Bree let the subject drop, seeing that it obviously caused me pain. But she was right; I was within hours’ distance from seeing Damian again! While we walked through the library, I was there physically, but mentally, my mind was on Damian. Remembering every touch, every kiss, every moment that had been ours … they were wonderful memories, but painful to think of right about now. I knew I would not be happy, truly happy, again unless I was holding Damian securely in my arms, and hearing him tell me he loves me. yeah, so more of the same...but trust me, it gets a LOT more exciting and intense in the post after the next. keep reading and replying! i love it when you do
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Post by mala1152 on Nov 8, 2010 17:03:23 GMT -5
okay, okay, so i promised you all something really exciting in the next couple of posts...that doesnt really happen until the next post! so i decided to update again today, which is rather often for me! i think im beginning to spoil you hahahaha. anywhooo... enjoy!
Chapter 8
Well, Mack was right. I had absolutely loved Oxford, more than I would have thought possible. It appeared that I had a new number one choice for college! I could tell that Mom was happy for me, but also sad that I would live so far away, if I were accepted. This is what we were currently discussing (or arguing) when we arrived back at our hotel. “But, Abby, what if something happened while you were away at college, and I couldn’t be there?” she cried. Mom was still thinking of all the bad things that could happen, while I was only thinking of the good. “Then I would handle it, Mom! I know you hate to hear this, but I’m not two years old anymore, and when I’m off at college, I’m gonna need to learn how to do things myself!” She sighed. “When you’re a mother, you’ll understand.” Oh, God, here we go again! She always uses that line to try to make me feel guilty. “Mom.” I glared at her. “If you think you are … justified into trying to guilt me out of going to the college I want to go to, then you are seriously delusional.” “Abby, I’m not trying to guilt you out of anything,” Mom lied. “Mom, you use that stupid line of yours every time you want to guilt me into something!” Her expression was unreadable, so I continued. “The bottom line is, if I get accepted and we can afford it, I am going to college where I want to go, which is Oxford!” “But you’re not thinking it through enough!” she exclaimed. “You just think it’s so exciting to be going to school in England that you’re overlooking the fact that you’ll be on a different continent from your family!” I sighed. Wasn’t I always on a different continent than Damian? It seemed that, no matter where I went to college, I would always have to live without someone I needed: Damian, or my family and Mack. This softened me a little bit. “Mom, I’m not saying that you’ll never see me again, but it’s a great opportunity, and you know that you would never want me to miss it. Right?” “I guess so,” she grumbled. “And I haven’t even been accepted yet, so just chill out, okay?” I comforted her. My mother sighed. “Okay,” she said, and that effectively ended that conversation. “So,” she asked a few moments later, breaking the awkward silence between us, “What’s for dinner?” Still feeling weary and exhausted from the sleepless night I had, I groaned and flopped down on the bright white bed in our hotel room. It was mere minutes until I was drifting away into unconscious sleep.
The next two days flew by, and my mom and I spent them sightseeing; not that there was much else to attract me to the surrounding areas other than Oxford, but it was still nice. Mom actually wished aloud that she wished we could spend more than just three days here, but we both knew that, with expenses, it would cost way too much to stay more than we already have. But, unfortunately, we sat there on the eve of our departure back to New Jersey, repacking our clothes and toothbrushes. My mom was just putting our hairbrushes into the toiletry bag when my phone buzzed. It was Damian! I hurriedly told my mom I was going to the lobby, and rushed out the door to have some privacy on the phone. “Hello, Damian!” I sang. He laughed once and replied, “Hey, Mala. You never called me back after yesterday!” “Oh, yeah, I know,” I explained, “Everything was just so… amazing! You should have seen the campus…” I trailed off in a dreamy way, fantasizing about spending my college years at Oxford. He chuckled. “Actually, I’ve seen it before…it’s nice, isn’t it?” “It’s better than nice!” I cried. “But, hopefully, I get accepted. I love it there and-” I cut off. “And?” he urged. I glanced around, and I was already outside the lobby, standing just outside the automatic doors. Amazingly, after I knew how sure I felt about Damian, I still felt self-conscious saying what I felt to him, and yet, I said it anyway. “And…I’d be closer to you.” Damian pondered that for a second, then answered, “I know. I miss you.” I sighed. “But,” he continued, “When we come tour in the fall, we’ll be even closer then!” “Do you always have to be such an optimist?” I asked with some biting sarcasm. “Well, hey, it’s better than being such a downer on everything, like you are!” “Like I am at the moment. I didn’t get much sleep this week, so I’m allowed to be a little snappy, okay?” This time, I did not use real sarcasm, but playfully sounded snippy. “Just like I’m allowed to be an optimist!” I laughed and said, “Oh, I am so glad you called!” “Oh, really? And, why is that?” he kidded. “I’ve been thinking about you…every day! Even during my Oxford tour, all I could think about was you. You realize that we’re closer now than we have been in months? Geographically, I mean?” I didn’t want to sound desperate or upset, and I had no idea where this was coming from! “I know,” he sighed. “I’ve been missing you like crazy! Sometimes, this just isn’t enough, ya know?” He also sounded sad, which only added to my own suffering. How was I supposed to feel better if he was upset, too? It was amazing how the conversation turned from a joking one to such a depressing one at just the mention of this blackest of topics. My thoughts were interrupted as I heard Damian mutter from the phone the lyrics to Caledonia. “Let me tell you that I love you…and I think about you all the time…” For the moment, I allowed myself to simply melt into his voice, forget my surroundings, and drift off into another, happier place where Damian and I could be together. Soon, very soon, this place would become a reality. We both knew it. Talking about it with him only made me more anxious to se him, and I knew he felt the same way. His song drowned everything else out, and he was the only thing in my world. His impeccable voice put me in a trance, one where everything in my life was balanced. Pulling out of my fantasy, I unwillingly interrupted his enchanting song, and bade him farewell.
okay, so its kind of a short post, but thats just because the next one is long and somewhat thrilling. keep checking for my post! ill try and update as soon as possible, i promise! read and reply, and thatll only speed the process up! hahaha thanks for reading!
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Post by mala1152 on Nov 18, 2010 16:41:58 GMT -5
here we go, another update....ive been having kind of a bad week, guys, so lemme see some replies! please?! haha i believe we've reached the exciting part!
Chapter 9
As Mom and I walked into the airport, all our bags finally packed and stowed away, I was a spaz. There was simply no other way to put it. My eyes darted around everywhere for the familiar face that would stand out of the crowd and make all my planning worth it. We walked into the terminal, and my eyes scanned the crowd. “Mom?” I asked, “Can I have my ticket?” She dutifully handed me my plane ticket, and I placed it safely away in my bag. “I’m gonna go take care of our luggage,” she told me. I only nodded. My heart was racing. After the weeks of planning from Damian, Mack, and myself, I could not afford for something to happen now. I continued to fret as I ran through our plans in my head. Firstly, I get my ticket from Mom. That much is over. I wouldn’t need it today, but I needed to keep it for when I would make my solo trip home. Did Mom know about said solo trip? Heck, no! And that was essential to the plan. Secondly, I let Mom get on the plane first, and then, at the first sign of Damian entering the terminal, leave her there. She would have no idea of Damian coming for me and, with all our luggage on the plane and her ticket already purchased and exchanged, she would have no choice but to continue boarding the plane for which she was headed. Of course, I would be in more trouble than ever before, but I’d keep Mom in the loop with my happening in Europe and return home soon. Thirdly, with Damian, we would return to his home in Ireland and finally be able to love each other, in close proximity this time. Naturally, I would have to find someplace to hide out so that Damian’s parents did not discover our plan either. That was where Mack came in. She would meet us here in England, since the group from school was here anyway, and give me my bag of my own supplies we packed before she left. With all my luggage gone back home with Mom, I would definitely need it. Then, since the high school group was going to Ireland next, Mack would sneak me into her hotel room so I would have a place to spend the night. Luckily, they happened to be staying at a place near Derry, Northern Ireland, where Damian lived. Lastly, when it was time, I would eventually board a plane back to New Jersey and face the consequences from my parents. So there it was, our master plan, all to just leave my mother, run away, and head to Ireland with Damian. Thinking about it just made me all the more eager to see him! So much of this plan relied on luck; if one thing went wrong, then all this time we spent planning was wasted. I shook my head at the thought. I snapped out of my intense concentration quickly when I saw Mom walking my way, looking impatient and grumbling incoherently about crappy airport service. I pretended to listen to her drone on and on when I felt a spark ignite in my chest as an announcement came on: Flight 9 to New York City will now begin boarding. Crap! Where was Damian?! Then, as if my thoughts whisked him into being, there he stood by the doors of the terminal, breathing heavily. He looked anxious and searched for me among the many people crowding the small airport. When his eyes locked with mine, glorious relief and exultation spread across his features. Of course, Mom remained completely oblivious, and was gathering her carryon bag. “Ready to go?” she asked me, her eyes alight. “Um, actually…” I improvised, “I have to go to the bathroom.” How else was I supposed to get a moment alone with Damian that I so desperately needed? Just a quick, short ‘hello’ was all I needed to encourage me to get through this successfully. “Abby!” my mom whined. “We have to be on the plane in less than ten minutes!” “I know, I know,” I said hastily, making my way away from her. “I’ll be back in a minute. Wait for me by the gate!” I watched her shake her head and walk away toward the gate, but I didn’t really see her. All I could see was Damian. We made our way for each other, going as fast as we could through the terminal. The air of reunion was so sweet, after the sourness of the air of separation was all we were able to breathe for so long. When I finally reached him, I lost all sense of where I was, what I was supposed to do, and why I was here; all I could fathom was Damian was here. I threw my arms around him fiercely and squeezed him in the biggest hug. It felt like I could not hold him tightly enough, that any space between us should not exist. I tucked my face into his chest and just held him. There was not enough time for any other greeting except this hug. I felt Damian’s face rest on my hair. We were both a little short of breath, but that did not stop either of us from uttering our short greetings. “Damian,” I said lowly, so that only he could hear. He sighed and let a low, deep sound come from his lips, then said, “Mala.” Too soon, much too soon, we broke apart, but Damian kept his hands on my waist, and mine on his upper arms. He stared meaningfully into my eyes before speaking. “We need to get going. Your mom is boarding soon.” I nodded. I reluctantly tore myself from him to tell my mother goodbye and carry out our plans. It seemed wrong to leave him again only seconds after we were reunited. I turned away not meeting his eyes. I took one step, but turned again to face him. “Wait,” we said in unison. We waited for the other to speak, but when neither of us did, we both spoke at once. “Don’t leave,” Damian said, as I said, “Come with me.” He smiled at me, but my nerves kept my stolid face as it was. He put his arm around my shoulders, and we walked toward my mom. Don’t be a coward! The voice in my head yelled. It’s now or never. I took a deep breath and tapped Mom on the shoulder. She spun around and, seeing Damian, looked genuinely surprised. My heart rate sped at the enormity of what I was about to do. “Mom,” I began. I peered behind her at the last few passengers boarded our plane. It really was now or never… “Mom, I’m not coming with you,” I stated as boldly as I could. “What?” “I said-” “Abby! Abigail Marie!” her voice rose. “Mom! I didn’t say I wouldn’t come back home, I just said I’m not going with you.” She eyed Damian suspiciously, but I ignored her, giving her less time to respond. “I’ll come back home, but just not for a bit.” “And where are you gonna go?” she interjected. “Run off with him?” She glared at Damian, then back at me. “N-yes!” I cried. “And off with Mack, on the school trip.” I only added this last bit to console her, but it did not prove to be very affective. “Abby, if you think I’m going to let you stay here with h-” “Mom!” I yelled, my exasperation getting the better of me. Damian’s arm tightened around my shoulders. “You don’t have to let me! I’m running away, you’re boarding that plane, and I’ll come home when I want to. I’m almost a legal adult, for God’s sakes! So I’m going, whether you like it or not.” My mother looked stunned and hurt. It was so rarely that I saw her speechless. I took advantage of it to gently usher her through the glass doors of the airport, toward the plane, just as two men closed the doors. She stared at me through the glass, her expression an unfathomable blend of betrayal, anger, and shock. My eyes swam as she took a step closer to the door of the airport. She looked like she was either going to just leave, or she might force me to go with her. Either way, I will never know. I turned on my toes at a dead sprint out of the airport.
well? whaddya think? kind of an interesting twist, id say...but who cares what i say?! i wanna read YOUR replies! lemme know what you think!
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Post by mala1152 on Nov 25, 2010 11:58:37 GMT -5
well, here's a thanksgiving treat...another update! yay! hahaha
Chapter 10
Damian and I did not stop running for a couple of blocks. Eventually, once I realized that that was it, we were safely away, did I slow down. Damian, on my tail, breezed by me, but came back to where I made my complete stop. “That’s it,” I said, “It’s just us now.” My voice wobbled, the corners of my mouth twitched down, tiny tear droplets formed in the corners of my eyes, and my throat closed tightly. Of all the times to cry, I chose this moment! How stupid it felt. “Come here,” Damian said comfortingly, arms wide. Oh, how I had missed his voice, his arms! I was so happy to be with the one I loved, yet so sad to have been such a terrible daughter. Embraced by Damian’s strong arms, I let a few cautious tears slip out. The foolish tears embarrassed me. When I pictured Damian embracing me after we left the airport, tears were definitely not a part of the picture! “What’s wrong?” he asked. I gathered my voice. “I can’t believe any of this!” He was patient as I hesitated. “I’m so happy you’re here! I missed you so much.” I reached up to place a few gentle kisses on his cheek. My wet face made my cheeks burn in embarrassment. “But…my mom,” I continued. “She’ll never forgive me! And after she came all this way for me! How could I-?” My voice was steady now, but I was so ashamed at how I treated my mother. My mother, who was finally accepting my long-distance relationship with Damian, who overlooked my previous plans to dupe her, who was…my mother! “She’ll forgive you, Mala,” Damian soothed, but he said it sort of matter-of-factly. My stomach lurched at his name for me, Mala. “There you go again – always the optimist.” He chuckled and leaned back to gaze into my eyes. “I don’t think she’ll hold it against you in the long run.” I sighed, and stared into his deep blue eyes. For now, I would be content with Damian’s presence and leave all the worries concerning my parents for later. Right now, all I was allowed to care about was Damian and I, together at last. When my gaze finally shifted away from his face, we began walking down the busy street, hand-in-hand. As cars passed us, it was strange to see them driving on the left side of the road. A woman across the street walked her yapping white puppy, while yapping on her cell phone herself. We did not pass any shops of towns yet, but there was a small one up ahead, and a larger one beyond that. While Damian and I were walking, not exactly keeping up a steady conversation, a new thought entered my head. How weird it was that after yearning for months to kiss Damian, to hold him in my arms and whisper that I love him, I had not yet done so! At the right moment, I would strike with my unexpected, passionate plan. The ridiculous image of dueling swordsmen, striking with vicious, unpredictable blows came to mind. The thought made me laugh aloud at my own rampant imagination. “What’s so funny?” Damian asked, a smile on his shining face. He must have been happy to see my melancholy mood pass so quickly. “Nothing,” I chuckled. “I’m just so glad to see you!” I practically squealed, ensnaring him in another bone-crushing hug. This time, right moment or not, I planted on his lips the kiss for which I had waited over eight months. I pulled him tighter to myself, and he did the same with his hands on my back. I linked my arms around his neck, and when we both pulled away, he touched his forehead to mine. We both closed our eyes. I savored everything about him – his embracing arms, his scent, his eyes, his deep, smoothly accented voice, his kisses… “I love you,” we both said at once. When he quietly laughed, I echoed his question from a few moments ago, “What’s so funny?” He pulled his forehead apart from mine and his bottomless eyes bore into mine. “Nothing,” he said. “I’ve just been waiting for that.” And I could have stayed there forever in the loving security of his arms, content with loving him more than anyone in the world.
When we were finally moving again, that loving aura still between us, but not as strongly as before, Damian asked, “So when are we meeting up with Mack?” In all honesty, I had forgotten all about her and our plans in the perfect moment we had just shared. “Oh, that’s right!” I remembered, checking my phone for the time. It was a little after eleven o’clock, leaving us some time, but not as much as I would have liked. “Well, we’re not that far from London,” commented Damian. “We’re just too far to walk.” “So how do we meet Mack? A train? A taxi?” I sincerely hoped there would be a train that would give us the forty-five minute ride to London we needed; a taxi seemed a little dangerous in a place neither of us knew. “I dunno,” Damian said. “We can always ask someone up here in these stores.” He pointed to the plazas and busy streets we were approaching, a tiny town up ahead. As it turned out, there was a train that would take us to where we needed to be. With just a little communication between Mack and us, we would all meet somewhere in about an hour. I instantly dialed Mack’s number on our way to buy the surprisingly inexpensive train tickets. However, it was difficult to concentrate on what I’d tell Mack while holding Damian’s hand and having him, the closest thing to an angel that I had ever seen, this close to my side. Mack did not answer, so I snapped my phone shut and approached the window to buy our tickets. We had some time before our train was supposed to depart, so Damian and I took a seat on a bench on the platform. “So tell me,” I said, snuggling warmly into Damian’s side, sort of leaning on him while he put his arms around me. “How exactly did you disguise your…absence from home? What did you tell your parents so that you could come get me?” “Well,” he began, playing with my hair, “I told ‘em I had stuff to do with Celtic Thunder in Dublin. I told Keith my – our – plan, and he’s been helping cover for me.” “Just Keith?” I questioned. “Why not the other guys, too?” “Because,” Damian answered, “He was the least likely to get all worked up about it and tell on me.” “Mm,” I nodded. That made sense, and it sounded pretty accurate to me! Damian still played with my hair, and I knew we could both feel that “loving aura,” as I referred to it in my head, coming back. Damian’s fingertips brushed gently on my neck, leaving behind goosebumps. I closed my eyes and leaned my back into his side. His hand lightly traced my left shoulder, and his mouth found my neck. One soft kiss. Two. His hand now traveled down my arm, and I intertwined my fingers in his. I was speechless as my heart sped up. It seemed as if our joy at being together again would never stop! Not that I’d complain, of course…but his arm around me, my hand in his, him kissing me felt so… so… just so good and welcome. I twisted around to kiss him back, but just as I did, my loud ringtone of “Steal Away” blared from my pocket. I ruefully sat back on the bench next to Damian, in a more appropriate position this time. I eyed him slyly, a smile on my face, but his only response was a smile to mimic mine. I answered my phone. “Hello, Mack.” I greeted her shortly, my voice sounding falsely mechanical. In reality, I should have been speaking at a thousand miles per hour, bouncing up and down in my seat, and giggling like a little school girl for all the excitement and happiness I currently felt. “Hey, Abs. What’s up? And what’s with the cheery greeting?” Her voice rang with sarcasm. “Nothing. We-” but as I was about to tell her our plans of where to meet, she cut me off. “Oh, sorry, did I interrupt something?” I looked slyly at Damian again before slowly answering, “Yes.” “Oh,” she laughed. “Sorry. What did you call me for?” “About where we’re meeting. Is it far from the train station to the hotel where you’re staying? Where are you staying, anyway?” “Oh, we’re at some place…a Marriott on Oxford Street. Weird, huh?” She was right; Oxford Street was quite ironic. “Okay…so is it close to a station?” I pressed. “Uh…not sure. But we’re not going to be here for much longer,” Mack told me. I sighed. Sometimes, she could just be so thickheaded! Exasperated, I kept calm and spoke again. “Well, then, Mack, why don’t you tell us where you will be?!” “Oh… Buckingham Palace.” “And is there a station close to there?” I asked. “Actually, yes! But you know how terrible I am with directions, so you’re probably gonna want to ask somebody around there how to get to Buckingham Palace from the station.” “Okay, sounds good. Thanks, Mack.” “No problem! Call me when you’re close and I’ll meet you outside. We don’t want any teachers seeing you mysteriously appear on a school trip that you’re not supposed to be on, now do we?” I could not help but laugh at her comment. As always, it was hard to stay angry or annoyed with Mack for long. “That certainly would be a bad thing, wouldn’t it?” She also laughed. “Thanks, Mack.” “That’s why I’m here, Abs. Bye!” “See ya soon,” I said, and closed my phone. As soon as I did so, Damian and I picked up right where we left off as I planted another kiss upon his lips. Soon, our train arrived, and Damian and I boarded without hesitation. The sooner we could get to Mack, the happier I would be; I would have my supplies, a place to stay, my best friend, and Damian! What more could I want?
happy thanksgiving, all! read read read and reply reply reply...
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Post by mala1152 on Dec 19, 2010 22:31:51 GMT -5
im sooooooooo sorry its taken me so long to update, guys, but you know how hectic things can get around the holidays....thanks for reading, even when i take forever to give you something to read! heres the next bit.
Chapter 11
The train ride did not take as long as I expected; sure, it was still forty-five minutes in length, but with Damian, everything just seemed timeless. I sincerely hoped that our short amount of time together did not seem as timeless as the ride, but I suppressed the thought. There were always other times to worry about it! During the ride on the train, Damian and I touched on a subject that, surprisingly, we had never discussed before! It was the topic of our last time meeting face-to-face in the hospital in Montclair last October. “So how did you regain memory so fast?” he questioned me. “Hm…” I thought back to the murkiest part of my life so far, the time when I had no recollection of anything whatsoever. “Just you being there helped me remember things. Like our first kiss, and your phone number, and other random memories…but when I got back home, it was so much harder! I think it took me a solid week to remember my bedroom. And a few more days for me to finally understand that Mack was my best friend. And schoolwork…” I shuddered at the memory of having a good two weeks’ worth of homework stacked up on my desk. “You never even came to the concert! Mack came, though,” Damian told me. As I did not remember that, I paused and waited for him to continue. “I looked out toward your two seats to look for you, but I didn’t find you. When I saw Mack, I thought it was you!” He waited. “But, it wasn’t, and I think I told Mack about a thousand times at her Meet and Greet to call me and let me know how you were doing.” “So she probably called you a grand total of once, am I right?” I joked. Damian laughed. “Right. I went the whole tour without more than one phone call from her.” “Aw, were you worried about me?” I asked sarcastically. “Yeah,” he answered seriously. “You were so out of it, I seriously wondered if you would ever remember who I was!” “I remember not even recognizing you.” My face fell. “I hated that.” “Not any more than I did,” he answered me. From that touching moment, our conversation covered a variety of subjects, not once again mentioning the troubling time for both of us back in October. At last, the ride was over, and the remaining passengers on board the train exited as it pulled into the London train station. “Excuse me!” I cried to someone, towing Damian along. “We’re looking for directions.” After asking a couple people, Damian and I finally had the directions we needed to get to Buckingham Palace. It was obviously a huge and popular place, so it did not take us long to find it at all! When I first saw it, my eyes widened at the beauty of the lush, green gardens, the intricate, elegant building, and the massive number of people around it. I thought it was the most amazing sight… until I saw a young, redheaded teenager flapping her arms at Damian and me. “Mack!” I cried, and rushed over to give my best friend a hug. She dropped my bag of supplies and hurried over to us. “Abs!” she said, once she broke our hug. “Hey, Damian,” she turned her attention to him as she gave him a friendly greeting hug. “So,” I said first, “How’s the trip been?” “It’s been AMAZING!” Mack yelling scared the wits out of me, and I jumped backward, startled, only to bump lightly into Damian. We both laughed at my eccentric best friend. “Oh, my gosh, Abs, you haven’t seen anything yet! The inside of this place, for one, and then we saw all of France, and it was just…ah! I haven’t spent any time in the stupid hotel, there’s always so much so see, so much to do, and it’s awesome! People drive on the left side of the road, they have great accents, and the food…” she trailed off dreamily. “Okay, Mala, I’m a little bit sorry you asked,” Damian joked. I playfully smacked his arm, which he had around my waist. “And you didn’t even see the guards around this place,” Mack continued, either oblivious to Damian’s comment, or ignoring him, “They’re really the dudes dressed in red with the big black domes on their heads for hats!” We laughed, and I told Mack that the rest of her stories could wait until I got my luggage and settled. “So, what’s the plan from here? Where are you staying?” Damian asked. “There’s a Marriott hotel a little bit away from here,” Mack said, handing me my bag, as well as a little paper envelope with a card inside it. “We’re on the fifth floor, room 595. The rest of the girls in my room know that you’re gonna be here, and they’re all sworn to secrecy. Just don’t be seen by any chaperones! We’d all be in so much trouble – they’d probably kill us. But other than that, there’s not much else to tell you! So you two go have fun,” Mack finished. “Thanks, Mack,” I said sincerely. I knew how much she was risking by helping Damian and me hide out, and I could not thank her enough. “I really, really, really appreciate it!” “Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know, you’re thankful, I’m great, you owe me, I get it! Now get out of here before someone comes to look for me!” Mack said, starting to turn away. “Bye!” “See ya!” I yelled. “Bye!” Damian called, and then he faced me. “So,” he said insinuatingly, “How exactly do you want to spend our first day in England?”
ill give a longer, much better update tomorrow, i promise! scout's honor! (i was never a girl scout, but still, its the thought that counts) hahaha reply reply reply! thanks for reading!
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Post by mala1152 on Dec 20, 2010 22:20:20 GMT -5
alright, alright, to avoid all possible threats involving hockey sticks and god knows what else, heres the next bit! i hope you enjoy it, this part took me quite some time to write, and i worked a lot on getting the setting just right....
Chapter 12
What is an appropriate ending to the most perfect of days? Sure, the day had been an emotional rollercoaster (an understatement!), but being with Damian in London, in summer, had been an out-of-body experience. It took me a while to realize that he was mine, all mine, and we could spend our loving time together in such a beautiful place. That night, before eight o’clock, Damian and I were still debating a place to finish off our day, a memorable place that would mark our first day together in such a long time. It was difficult to find a place with that kind of criteria! We had somehow procured a map of tourist London and were searching it for a place to go. We sat in a Starbucks just down the road from Mack’s hotel, drinking our lattes. There was a man sitting at the table next to us, two baristas talking behind the counter, a woman working studiously on her laptop, and a group of four teenage boys in the corner by the comfy chairs. “Do you want to go out to dinner?” Damian asked me. “Nah, dinner’s too loud and crowded,” I answered. “Let’s go someplace where it can be just us.” He raised his eyebrows in a manner that I took to mean, “I like the way you think!” I scanned the map, and something piqued my interest. “What’s this place?” I asked, pointing to a large green area. I read the little caption at the bottom that said “Kensington Gardens” in dark blue text. “The ‘Kensington Gardens’? What’s that?” Damian asked aloud. “Oh, ‘ol Kensington?” asked the man sitting at the table nearest us, obviously overhearing our conversation. “It’s a nice place, some statues and history stuff, and the greenest trees and flowers ye’ ever saw!” I was a little suspicious of this man eavesdropping on our conversation and giving advice, but I soon realized that my American accent and Damian’s Irish accent gave us away as foreigners. “Does it cost anything to get in?” I asked. “Nah,” replied the man in his thick British accent. “It’s not too crowded, either. But it’s really nice in the evenin’, so if you’re gonna go, ye’d migh’ as well get a’goin’ now.” With that, the man turned back to the newspaper he had apparently just stopped reading, and let us continue our discussion with a new idea. “How does that sound?” I asked Damian. “It sounds fine to me,” he said in reply. “It won’t be too crowded, so it’ll just be us in the gardens.” “Great,” I said. “Thanks,” I said to the man who helped us, and he nodded in response, absorbed by his paper. Damian and I stood up and began leaving the Starbucks anxiously. I was eager to see this place now! We eventually made our way to this “Kensington Garden” place, and as I first lay my eyes upon it, my breath caught, my eyes widened, and my hand tightened on Damian’s. The tall, beautiful trees swayed in time with the wind; the boughs bent gracefully down toward the Earth, and my eyes followed the long branches to see an elaborate front gate. The bronze gates were open, with stones on either side that seemed to fit together perfectly. We walked through on a cobblestone path, and as far as my eyes could see, there was bright green grass, stretching all the way to the horizon. My eyes followed the grass to see more trees, as well as shrubs that decorated the gardens. Walking a little further upon the stone path, we came to a crossroads. It was then that I saw how greatly vast is truly was; I could not see an end at any of the paths, only more perfect grass, tall trees, shapely bushes, and now flowers. I saw a statue, but could not make out what it was. A couple children gathered around it, however. We walked a little further along our straight path, and after a second, Damian led me down a path to our left. I supposed he was reading the signs around us while I was busy marveling at nature. I noticed the sky for the first time between the trees; it must have been getting later into the evening, for the sky now had a hint of green on my left, a sign of the sun setting. “Mala,” Damian murmured, jerking my hand slightly and getting my attention. “Look up ahead.” And when I did, I knew that Damian had led us to the perfect spot. The small brown sign ahead said “Round Pond,” and peering at the dark blue body of water in front of us, I could see that it was just pure magic. An inviting little bench beckoned to us, and we obligingly took a seat. Around the great pond, there was a large opening of the trees, and I could see everything clearly now. Damian and I were both silent, as if we had both just entered a holy place. It felt like it, to me, anyway. My heart hammered at the beauty of the moment. I rested my head on Damian’s relaxed shoulder, and his hand stroked my hair; I also finally relaxed. I would have closed my eyes to be with my thoughts, but I could not bear to shut out all the beauty surrounding us. Turning my eyes upward, I saw the sun finally start to set. The clouds turned pink, with purple shadows cast on their undersides. On my right, the sky was royal blue, and it slowly faded into baby blue, sea green, pastel yellow, pale orange, and finally bright pink across the brilliant evening sky. The sun was only just visible through the trees as a bright, deep red orb in the sky. The light from it streaked through the trees, leaving Damian and I bathed in its warmth. The only thing that could have made it more perfect…didn’t exist. All was well.
well? any thoughts (particularly non-violent ones, ehem missmegmcginty)? lemme know! dont know when ill update next, but keep a keen eye..the next couple of posts put an interesting twist on the story, and are pretty intense. i cant wait for you to read it! thanks for reading!
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Post by mala1152 on Dec 23, 2010 22:39:55 GMT -5
haha its interesting, ya know, because most of the scenery and everything i put into this story is 100% true (i mean the places, obviously). i somehow procured a map of tourist london, and from there, i found Mack's hotel on oxford street, the kensington gardens, and round pond! even the statue mentioned in the last post is accurate...i believe its a statue of peter pan. look it up, some of the pictures are breathtaking. anywhoo, i just thought id add that little tidbit of information. i cant really update until after christmas, so please be patient with me until then! thanks again for reading!
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Post by mala1152 on Jan 4, 2011 19:59:44 GMT -5
hey all! how were the holidays? mine were pretty relaxing, which gave me some time to write...so i hope you enjoy this update!
Chapter 14
When I awoke the next morning, I was on my right side, my back to Damian. His left arm was draped over my left hip so that our fingers intertwined. I could feel his slow, deep breathing on my neck. Being fully awake, knowing I was never going to fall back asleep, I opened my eyes to survey our surroundings, to make sure last night had not all been a dream. It was not. It had to be early in the morning, for the sky was a brilliant, cloudless yellow that associates itself with a newly rising sun. The trees were no longer swaying, but rustled obediently when a gentle breeze passed through. A thin layer of dew lay upon the grass, making me shiver from a tiny bit of contact. Carefully, so as not to wake Damian, I balanced my weight and rolled over to face him. My eyes explored the sight of him; the gardens and Damian together was the best sight I had ever woken up to. I don’t know if I moved, if he sensed me looking at him, or if he woke of his own accord, but Damian groggily moved his limbs and opened his eyes to little slits. His arms stretched behind my back, and when they relaxed, they hugged me tightly. I reached my right hand up and stroked his face lightly. “Good morning,” he sighed. “Good morning,” I smiled. “How did you sleep?” “Mmmm…” he groaned. “It wasn’t the longest night’s sleep I’ve ever gotten, but,” he held me closely, “It definitely had its up sides. How about you?” “More of the same,” I replied shortly. “What’s for breakfast?” Damian asked as his stomach made a loud gurgling sound. I laughed. “Not sure…but we should probably call Mack and see what time we need to stop by to get our things before they leave. Then we can worry about breakfast after that!” I patted his side and sat up. Our stroll out of Kensington Gardens was short, seemingly shorter than the walk there the night previously. I was almost sad to leave, but I knew I must; this place held a little bit of magic for the both of us now, and it would not be as magical if we remained too long. As soon as we exited the gates, I took out my phone to call Mack. There were few taxis on the street this morning, so we walked down the street hand in hand. Mack answered on the fourth ring. “Hello?” she sounded half-asleep. “Hey, sleepyhead,” I crowed. “Oh, hey Abs. Why are you calling so early in the morning?” “Why, what time is it?” I asked curiously. “Seven thirty!” I laughed. Mack definitely loved her sleep. “What time are you all leaving today? I need to know what time to drop by, change, and get my money and stuff”. She sighed in what could only be exasperation. “We’re set to leave at noon, so any time before then. All the teachers and chaperones are still asleep; they’re still adjusting to the time change. If you come soon, there’ll probably be a good chance that nobody will see you, unless they’re at breakfast.” “Okay. Damian and I are on our way now,” I explained. “Where did you two go last night? Where did you sleep?” I smiled coyly and caught Damian’s eye. “Later,” I promised. “Alright,” Mack responded, sounded excited and more awake. “I’ll see you in a bit.” “Yep. Bye!” “Bye.” Mack would keep our things with her luggage; it would be easier to transport when the group went to Ireland. We would meet them there, and I would stay with Mack while Damian went home. Such were our plans. Once we changed and got our money, and after I beat down several of Mack’s squealing attempts to hear about my time with Damian, we were off. We decided it was best if we just went to Starbucks again, like yesterday – it was probably cheapest. So, Damian and I once again entered the Starbucks down the street from Mack’s hotel, and I saw the familiar setting. There were two new baristas this morning, and the woman working on her laptop sat at a different table today, but the mystery man from last night that helped us on our way to Kensington Gardens was absent. Also, much to my annoyance, two of the four boys that were in the plush chairs last night were there again. This time, however, they whistled at me when I walked through the door with Damian. “Hey, girl!” one cried, and I noticed he was shorter and stockier than the other. “Why don’t ya come with us for a while?” called the other, both of them with thick British accents. “What the-” started Damian angrily, but I held him back and whispered, “No! Let it go, they’re just being stupid.” We ordered the same thing as yesterday, our lattes, and sat sipping them slowly, in no hurry. Our conversation was light, occasionally obscured by loud laughter coming from the two boys in the corner. Whenever this happened, Damian shot them an annoyed look. I had my back to them and always told Damian to ignore them. When I was nearly finished with my latte, I stood. “I’ll be right back,” I told Damian. “Bathroom.” He jerked his head and grabbed a newspaper from the table nearest us. However, I did not hear him open it; I could feel his eyes on me as I passed the two boys, heading for the short hallway with the bathrooms. The dark orange hallway turned left, and an even shorter hall contained the two bathroom doors. I entered the women’s restroom. While washing my hands, I looked in the mirror, and saw that I looked different than I did two days ago, or even yesterday. I was glowing; I exerted an almost visible ray of happiness and contentment. Happy with what I saw in the mirror for once, I turned away, searching for paper towels or a hand dryer. The paper towel dispenser was empty, and the hand dryer did not work. “Great,” I muttered, and I opened the door and began wiping my wet hands on my shorts. That was when the sudden appearance of someone out of the corner of my eye alerted me. Because my head was down as I was wiping my hands on my shorts, I bumped into the solid figure of a person. Turning my eyes upward, I saw that it was the second, taller boy from the chairs. “Well, hi,” he said in such a way that sent shivers down my spine; he was stalking slowly in my direction. I backed away instinctively down the short hallway, still around the corner. “Wha-what are you doing?” I asked. It took all my effort to keep my voice steady – the way this boy was looking and moving was terrifying. My heart was pounding, but it seemed to be in my throat. “Since you didn’t come hang out with me and my mate earlier, I figured I’d better take advantage of this now,” he said to me, still advancing on me. Uncomfortable and scared, I took another step back and hit the wall. Oh, no – nowhere else to go. I was literally backed into the corner of the hallway. This fact did nothing to help lower my speeding heart. “You’d better st-” I began, but as I started my threat, he put his arm straight up on the wall, blocking whatever chance I had of scurrying around him and out of the dim hall. “I’d better what?” he taunted, now bringing himself closer to me. My eyes widened in terror. “Watch out for your boyfriend?” He laughed as if the thought was funny to him. I, however, found nothing of the sort funny. He took yet another tiny step forward, and I pressed my back up against the wall as far as it would go. If he came so close that we were actually touching, I would probably lose it. As it was, he was very close, too close, and I raised my trembling left arm to push his chest, to get him as far away from me as I could manage, but my feeble attempt was stopped as he grabbed my wrist. He laughed menacingly at the subtle tremors that caused my fingers to shake. “Aw, don’t do that,” he said as I failed at shoving him away with my other hand. Now both of my hands were in his, but not in the romantic way that Damian always held them. I could see no way out. At the way the boy was leaning in, I was reminded of the way Matt Brunswick kissed me against my will so many months ago at a school dance. Realizing that that was what the boy was going to do, I turned my head and hunched my shoulders. A small cry escaped my lips, and I shut my eyes tightly.
ah, the good ol' cliffhangers! ill update soon!!!
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