Love me.

Beautiful? Pretty? Lovely? Gorgeous? Stunning? Handsome?

Was I any of these?
I thought to myself as I slowly walked onto the edge of the cliff. My bare feet could feel the prickly grass, and there was a gentle breeze in the air.

Could he ever love me?
My parents didn't, I thought bitterly.

But could he?
I asked myself desperately, I couldn't help but bit my lip at the feeling of butterflies in my stomach.

Maybe there could be a chance for us.
We could run away, we could go live in another town, except smaller so no one would find us.

We could have a family, one boy and one girl. The girl would have soft almond-brown hair that would sway in the wind just past her hips.

The boy would take after his father with deep-chestnut brown hair, the tips of it would barely reach the ends of his neck. The girl would have a sweet, yet gentle smile, and the boy's smile would be easygoing and free spirited.

The boy would be lovely, yet strong-willed. He would be protective, and have a strong jaw-line. The girl would be as sweet as the honey from bees and she would have flaw-less cheekbones.

It's now that I reach the end of the cliff, the end of my journey. The smell of seawater hit my nostrils, causing my eyes to water. I looked down at the deep and unforgiving sea that held secrets yet to be reveal.

My dress was blowing, making it rise up to my knees. My own cinnamon colored hair was whipping across my face. I took a tiny step closer to the end of the cliff.

We could never be together.
And I jumped.
The last thing I remember is the feel of me crashing into the raging waves, and the image of him watching in anguish as I ran away. I love him.



The next day a young girl was found washed up on the beach. She was instantly taken to the nearest hospital. While there, someone recognized her, so they went into town to tell her family. Once the mother and father got there, it was said that all they did was ask if she was dead and then they left. The only person still there was a boy, who was about her age. The boy stayed there all night, holding onto the girl's hand, until he felt something that made his own heart stop. A heartbeat.

 

The Beginning.

It was slightly chilly outside, ma had made me take my sweater with me just in case it got colder.

I was walking along the narrow dirt road on my way to school. Today was Wednesday so I was wearing my blue cotton dress with white bottoms on the front for bible study tonight.

Kyle was sick, so he got to stay at home, so I didn't have anyone to walk with, our small cottage was farther then everyone's else.

It's until I heard heavy footsteps did I notice that someone was behind me. I squeezed my books to my chest harder, suddenly remember that I didn't have my brother to protect me.

Instead of looking behind me, I picked up my paste. Surprisingly the footsteps grew louder as the person picked up their paste. I bit my tongue and a cold sweat broke out on my body.

There was a curve up ahead, and unwillingly I started running a little. My baby blue slippers slipping slightly from the small pebbles, causing me to stumble. I could hear the person's footsteps become louder as they ran after me.

A feeling of dread tore through my body, and a scream bubbled to my lips but I gulped it down. Then I heard them call out and I dared to turn around.

It was a boy with brown chestnut hair. Judging by his size he wasn't skinny yet he wasn't fat, which meant he was feed well. I let out a breath of air that I didn't realize I was holding and fell into a slow and steady walk.

The boy was panting when he finally reached me. He had grayish-blueish eyes and a strong jaw-line. He was tall and he wore brown trousers and a cotton shirt under a brown vest.

He had a single book in his left hand and his hair fell into his eyes a little. I turned my eyes down to the road, kicking a medium sized pebble. As if noticing I was shy, he gave me a easy smile and stuck out his hand.

"Smith, Roger Smith. I'm new" he said, his eyes gentle and warm. I smiled softly and took his hand firmly in mine.

"Woods, Angel Woods. And did you just move here?" I asked, giving him a sly yet sweet smile back. He turned his head back to the road as we took a sharp left to the right.

"No, my dad home-schooled me, this is my first time in a real school" he answered softly.

I nodded and glanced ahead, two miles upwards was our enormous school. Luckily we had one of the biggest school's in the city. Each grade had it's own classroom, meaning we didn't have to share with the younger kids.

I watched quietly as other kids walked up to the school. Some were lucky enough to afford a bike and two or three even managed to have a car! Ma had told me and Kyle that we didn't need bikes or cars when we had legs.

I felt Roger stiffen beside me and I cast a sideways look at him. He jaw was clenched and his eyes were cold, as if he was daring anyone to say something about him.

I reached over and touched his arm tenderly. He tensed up, then slowly relaxed under my touch. He looked down and his eyes were now soft, yet nervous.

I smiled at him and gave him a small nod, letting him know it would be ok. We walked up to the school together, I looked around for my friends and didn't notice that Roger had stopped until I heard someone shout out.

"Who is that loser?"

 

I froze and glanced hesitantly over at who shouted that. It was Marcus Daniel, a ignorant boy with rich parents. I turned toward Roger, who was now clenching his teeth again. I touched him softly on the arm to let him know it was ok. As if I was poisonous, he jerked his arm away from me.

I gasped in surprise and took a step back, which was a mistake. Roger looked down at me, his gaze going from my surprised expression on my face to my scared posture. His eyes turned stone-hard as if he thought I was going to call him a loser.

Several people had crowded around now, some were calling out names like: freak, and weirdo. I winced as Roger's grip around his book tighten till his knuckles were a deadly white color. I took a deep breath and stepped forward, this time he didn't flinch as I extended my hand out to touch him.

Relaxing a little, I gripped his forearm and started dragging him toward the front of the school. Surprisingly, he followed me, his pace quickening as he realized where we were going. Suddenly out of no where, Roger was yanked from my grip.

Marcus had grabbed onto Roger's shirt collar and threw him on the ground. Roger's book flew from his hand and landed in front of a girl in a green dress and ginger hair. Stunned, I stood there for a second, not knowing what to do, it happened so quick. Roger laid on the ground for what felt like 5 hours, then he slowly rolled over and pushed his self off the ground.

Instead of a face of angry, he had a calm yet deadly look on his face. He brushed off his shirt, then he stepped up to Marcus, who was at least 5 feat bigger then him. It was rumored that Marcus was doing what we called "drugs" to keep his body this way.

"Do you think your tough?" Roger suddenly asked, his deep voice strained, yet fierce. Marcus narrowed his eyes, then slowly let out a challenging smile.

"I'm don't think, I am" Marcus answered, raising an eyebrow at Roger.

"Your not. All you are is a rich little momma's boy who uses his words instead of fist" Roger said, smirking slightly. Marcus stood there for a second, then he face changed from realization to pure angry.

"Who the hell do you think you are? I can use my fist and I ain't afraid to either. I outta smash your face in! You think your bad, well hit me bad boy!" Marcus shouted, his face turning bright red.

Roger nodded, then he pulled back his right hand, and hit Marcus straight in his nose. Marcus staggered back and his hands flew up to his now bloody nose. The crowd had now gone silence, I stood in horror as a couple of Marcus friends pushed through the crowd, then they walked over to Roger.

"So you think your a bad boy? Let me show you a bad boy" the first one said, then he swung his fist out and punched Roger in the stomach. Roger doubled over, and the rest of Marcus's friends took this opportunity to start kicking and punching Roger.

Then all hell broke lose.

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Hmm...sorry I haven't updated. I thought no one liked this story. And sorry about this jacked up update, I was rushing so I could update for you guys. Next one will be better!

 

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