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Chapter two
“okay guys, step back from your paintings and as I go round the class I want Ты to explain your influences and how they inspired Ты to create your art pieces” explained the hippy like art teacher who insisted upon being called Gwen rather than Miss Miller, claiming it will ‘enhance the harmonious relationship’ she hopes to hold with her students. As each of her classmates took their turns telling how they were inspired to use a certain style of art and then deciding upon which colours would compliment it the most, Rosie’s mind had wondered back to her dream of Him, the mysterious dark haired boy trying to communicate with her, until finally it had come to her turn.
“Hey, Rosie, Ты in there my dear?” calls Gwen waving her hand in front of Rosie “tell us, who influenced Ты and what was the specific inspirations.”
Rosie stepped back looking at her work, realising she had no idea how to answer, she hadn’t even realised what she had painted until she looked at it clearly. She saw the same eyes, the soft curve of the mouth, the long hair across the brow.
“urm, I well, I took influence from, urm, well I’m not entirely sure where from, I suppose urm Roy Lichtenstein. Ты know and urm, his use of comics and putting close up of people into well a comic book type setting, only I have yet to add the whole comic theme thing” she mumbled on trying to work out why she had painted this picture when she had set out to draw Цветы in a vase as influenced by фургон, ван Gogh’s Sunflowers.
“What an interesting concept Rosie, and an exceptional display of artistic talent, Lichtenstein often used Модели to capture the true emotions he had aimed for, for example in ‘The Drowning girl’ he had employed a young lady to lie in a children’s blow up pool in order to truly capture the illusion of drowning and the fear he had envisioned from the girl drowning, so well done, a well thought out and executed piece of art. Keep it up” her encouraging smile told Rosie she had managed to blag her way through what could have turned out to be a very uncomfortable situation. She could see Cloe Далее to her looking at her with eyes of disbelief.
“how the frig did Ты manage to get him looking so life like?, I mean I tried to take my influence from ’The Girl In The Pearl Earring’ and up дата it a bit to the ‘Lass In The Золото Hoop’ and it ended up looking еще like a Болталка ring rolling down some sort of cliff type thing. Seriously, I knew Ты were good at this arty drawing crap but wait a go to Показать the rest of us up Rose” she laughed but Rosie could tell she was only half joking.
As the lesson continued Rosie continued to drift in and out of concentration whilst adding to her painting, still mulling over how she had come to paint it and why this guy had dominated 98% of the thoughts she had had since she woke from the dream. The only time she seemed to forget about him was her brief encounter with the steaming hot Christian Hayne. Her mind seemed to completely vacate the room, she didn’t even realise when Gwen had asked them all to pack up their gear ready for the колокол, колокольчик, белл to ring.
“Rosie?” when she got no response she called again “Rosanna, Ты in there lovie??” asked Gwen
“oh, sorry Gwen, what were Ты saying? My thoughts drifted off for a bit there.” she asked apologetically.
“I was just asking for Ты to put away your art supplies, the колокол, колокольчик, белл is about to ring” she giggled, looking stunned at Rosie’s ability to have completely missed the last half an час of class without realising.
“oh, right, yeah, sorry, I don’t know what is up with me today” she muttered as she gathered her paints and brushes putting them all in their proper places after cleaning them up. Just as she was drying her hands the колокол, колокольчик, белл rang signalling the start of lunch.
“good work today class, Далее lesson I’m afraid we have to do the boring Письмо part and evaluate our paintings and what we have learned this lesson. See Ты all Thursday” shouted Gwen over the excited chatter and movements of her students as they rush out eager to claim a place to sit and relax over lunch.
“Rosie, I was very pleased with our work this lesson, it showed true imagination and an extremely high amount of talent. Have Ты considered taking art on as a possible future career?? I would hate for such a good artist to go to waste in some crappy 9 to 5 стол письменный, стол job in some Болталка office making чай for the big wigs” she enthused as though trying to sell Rosie magic beans on the side of a road.
“urm, I don’t know I’ve never really considered what job I want in the future, do Ты really think I could be a successful artist??” she asked truly intrigued by what Gwen had said.
“yes, if Ты continued to produce works at such a high standard I am positive Ты could go anywhere with it, the sky is the as they say” beamed Gwen “tell Ты what, we have an open evening for colleges here Далее week, maybe I could Показать Ты the art college I went to, that is of course if Ты and your parents would be interested”
“my parents would be еще interested in arguing over some Болталка thing или another, but I would definitely be interested, I enjoy art so why not try and make it my job. Thanks for the advice, I’ll see Ты later” sighed Rosie as she left to art room heading back towards her locker to drop off her sketch pad and pencils, when she feels a warm hand rest on the bottom of her back, sending a thrill through her body.
“just keep walking, act normal” сказал(-а) a voice she didn’t recognise until she turned to face who had spoken when she saw that it was Him, with the same eyes, the same hair, the same everything. She opened her mouth to speak but no words came out. Instead she just continued to study his face, a face which had become so familiar to her. The same face that had filled her mind, taking over all her thoughts and absorbing all her attention. As they walked in silence she noticed he was leading her past her locker and towards the doors leading to the sports field. As they went through the doors she caught sight of Christian playing football with the other guys on the field just over the little hill. He led her round the corner, away from anyone else where they couldn’t be seen или heard by any other students who happened to be out trying to enjoy the seldom seen sun on their lunch break.
He finally brought them to halt and took his hand from Rosie’s back. She turned to lean against the red brick Стена in an attempt to stay upright and steady herself. Her mind raced over all the Вопросы she had tried to find the answer to over the last few days, not knowing which one to ask first. She decided to settle for the most simple question, yet the one that had been causing her the most puzzlement.
“who are you??” she asked in a whisper, unsure of where her voice had gone.
“that isn’t important right now” he answered in a sort tone “ what is important is why I’m here, I’ve been trying to contact Ты through other methods but that didn’t seem to work, so the only thing for it was to come and see Ты myself.” he spoke quickly not giving her a chance to ask any of the other Вопросы she had been pondering over since the секунда night she had seen him in her dreams.
“what I have to tell Ты is very important and cannot be taken lightly, otherwise it could be very problematic.” he continued in the same serious tone. “you are in great danger, so great that even I do not know the true extent of power held against you.”
Rosie couldn’t help but laugh at him, why would she possibly be in such ‘great danger’, the only thing was in danger of was failing her GCSE’s and not being able to go to college, what was this guy on about and why wouldn’t he tell her who he is, if what he says is to be taken so seriously.
As the laughter began to subside Rosie found that she was only left with irritation and her voice suddenly made itself heard.
“hold up a minute, Ты expect me to listen to Ты and take Ты ever so seriously when Ты won’t even tell me who Ты are and why and how it is Ты seem to have been implanting this message into my dreams for the last like 9 nights, I mean even I know it aint normal for someone to dream every single night, especially when it is exactly the same thing that happens, without fail.” He just stood letting her rant on “and another thing, what the hell do Ты mean I’m in great danger, we aint in some lame adventure book with a damsel in distress and Knight in shining armour to save сказал(-а) damsel. This has gotta be sort of dream или psychotic episode или something, I knew today was to good to be true. Any минута now my alarm will go off and I’ll be in my room getting up for another mundane день at school with nothing exciting happening, so either Ты answer my Вопросы before I wake up или I’m going to scream and stuff like they do in the films until I eventually wake up anyways. So what is it gonna be??” She held his gaze for as long as possible trying to Показать she was a force to reckoned with and that her Вопросы wouldn’t simply be deemed unimportant. Then he stepped closer to her, narrowing the Космос to less that half a metre.
“How curious, I didn’t expect Ты to react like that. I knew Ты would be confused and ask Вопросы but I didn’t expect a speech. As for your Вопрос of which possibility I should choose, I suppose I should choose to answer your questions, as I can assure Ты Rosanna, that this is no dream или psychotic episode. So to answer your original Вопрос of my identity, I am Alexander Simms. What other Вопросы do Ты have?” he asked maintaining eye contact throughout the whole conversation.
“Okay, urm, I have quite a few Вопросы I want Ты to answer, like how do Ты know who I am? How do Ты know I am in such ‘great danger’? and how in the hell did Ты get into my dreams?” she considered adding еще Вопросы to the Список but decided these were the most important ones and should be answered before she can decide what else to ask from there.
“first question, how do I know who Ты are. That is simple, I have been sent to protect Ты and was told that I would just know who Ты are and from there I did a little surveillance work in order to learn your name and other such information. As for…”
She cut him of mid-sentence trying to comprehend what she had just heard.
“woah hang on, surveillance?? Ты mean to say Ты followed me, like a stalker, just because Ты somehow knew I was the right person?” her irritation had just transformed into anger and discomfort.
“Yes I followed you, but Ты must know it is in your best interests. It is required of me to learn as much as I can about a ward before I am able to truly help them. That is the way it has always been.” he answered as though it was perfectly normal to stalk young girls.
“wait what do Ты mean your ‘ward’, am I your first или have Ты done this stalker type thing before?”
“I have had no other ward, we only get chosen to protect one person. We are chosen based on the needs of the ward and how our abilities would best be used. I have been chosen to help Ты based on my ability to fight but also my morality, to only fight when it becomes absolutely necessary.”
“only absolutely necessary, Ты mean the good old, when all else fails head in all Оружие blazing, sort of thinking?”
“Whilst I try to offer other forms of negotiation and mediation, I do have the ability and knowledge of combat to know when a problem can only be eradicated by force rather than any other way, only I do not have a need for guns, I have my own weaponry and skills in combat. As it is сказал(-а) anyone is able to pull a trigger and shoot someone, it takes true skill and discipline to face an opponent like a true warrior”
“cool so Ты are like some secret ninja sent to save me from some James Bond type super villain. Awesome” giggled Rosie, getting used to the idea that this guy was there to look after her.
“I believe I have answered how I know Ты are in danger. So I shall continue to answer how I am able to infiltrate your dreams”
“well to be honest, how have Ты answered how Ты knew I was in trouble?? Coz if Ты have Ты will have to explain again for me.”
“Well when I was chosen by my peers they issue me with the knowledge that I am needed to help and protect someone, this then gives the impression that if Ты need protection that Ты are in some form of danger, do Ты understand this now?” he asked in a way Rosie thought to be rather condescending.
“yes, I do now, just Ты speak in a such an awkward way that I sometimes miss the meaning of what it is Ты are telling me, so would it kill Ты to like dumb it down a bit for me, just don’t take the mick with it”
“Of course, I am here to help Ты so if Ты need me to speak to Ты in a way Ты will better understand then I will try my best.”
“thanks, now back to the other questions, how do Ты get into my dreams?” this is the Вопрос she was most intrigued by now she had seen that this guy, Alexander, was able to be in her dreams.
“I am able to suggest Обои into your mind, we are bound by a telepathic link, which means that I am able to communicate with your mind using my own thoughts and can implant whatever Обои или information I think Ты need.”
“so if we are linked telepathically, does that mean I can send thoughts and stuff into your mind and dreams and stuff?”
“It is possible, with the right amount of training Ты would be able to do the same thing to me.”
“cool, will Ты be teaching me this ability anytime soon??”
“possibly, first we need to identify your threat and decide how best to eradicate it”
“woah, Ты mean Ты don’t even know what is out to get me? Doesn’t that sort of make your job pointless, it aint like Ты can protect me from anything and everything is it now?!” her head was swimming with the information she had just learnt. She began to feel light headed, relying solely on the Стена to support her. The Далее time she tried to speak nothing came out and her vision blurred. The last thing she remembered was Alexander leaning вперед to catch her before she had chance to hit the concrete floor beneath her. Then the darkness enveloped her as she Остаться в живых consciousness whilst in his arms, the mystery man that had been in her dreams for just under two weeks. Who now told her he was sent to protect her from some danger that was unknown even to the one who was there to save her from it. Her thoughts began to thin until there was nothing.
Chapter two
“okay guys, step back from your paintings and as I go round the class I want Ты to explain your influences and how they inspired Ты to create your art pieces” explained the hippy like art teacher who insisted upon being called Gwen rather than Miss Miller, claiming it will ‘enhance the harmonious relationship’ she hopes to hold with her students. As each of her classmates took their turns telling how they were inspired to use a certain style of art and then deciding upon which colours would compliment it the most, Rosie’s mind had wondered back to her dream of Him, the mysterious dark haired boy trying to communicate with her, until finally it had come to her turn.
“Hey, Rosie, Ты in there my dear?” calls Gwen waving her hand in front of Rosie “tell us, who influenced Ты and what was the specific inspirations.”
Rosie stepped back looking at her work, realising she had no idea how to answer, she hadn’t even realised what she had painted until she looked at it clearly. She saw the same eyes, the soft curve of the mouth, the long hair across the brow.
“urm, I well, I took influence from, urm, well I’m not entirely sure where from, I suppose urm Roy Lichtenstein. Ты know and urm, his use of comics and putting close up of people into well a comic book type setting, only I have yet to add the whole comic theme thing” she mumbled on trying to work out why she had painted this picture when she had set out to draw Цветы in a vase as influenced by фургон, ван Gogh’s Sunflowers.
“What an interesting concept Rosie, and an exceptional display of artistic talent, Lichtenstein often used Модели to capture the true emotions he had aimed for, for example in ‘The Drowning girl’ he had employed a young lady to lie in a children’s blow up pool in order to truly capture the illusion of drowning and the fear he had envisioned from the girl drowning, so well done, a well thought out and executed piece of art. Keep it up” her encouraging smile told Rosie she had managed to blag her way through what could have turned out to be a very uncomfortable situation. She could see Cloe Далее to her looking at her with eyes of disbelief.
“how the frig did Ты manage to get him looking so life like?, I mean I tried to take my influence from ’The Girl In The Pearl Earring’ and up дата it a bit to the ‘Lass In The Золото Hoop’ and it ended up looking еще like a Болталка ring rolling down some sort of cliff type thing. Seriously, I knew Ты were good at this arty drawing crap but wait a go to Показать the rest of us up Rose” she laughed but Rosie could tell she was only half joking.
As the lesson continued Rosie continued to drift in and out of concentration whilst adding to her painting, still mulling over how she had come to paint it and why this guy had dominated 98% of the thoughts she had had since she woke from the dream. The only time she seemed to forget about him was her brief encounter with the steaming hot Christian Hayne. Her mind seemed to completely vacate the room, she didn’t even realise when Gwen had asked them all to pack up their gear ready for the колокол, колокольчик, белл to ring.
“Rosie?” when she got no response she called again “Rosanna, Ты in there lovie??” asked Gwen
“oh, sorry Gwen, what were Ты saying? My thoughts drifted off for a bit there.” she asked apologetically.
“I was just asking for Ты to put away your art supplies, the колокол, колокольчик, белл is about to ring” she giggled, looking stunned at Rosie’s ability to have completely missed the last half an час of class without realising.
“oh, right, yeah, sorry, I don’t know what is up with me today” she muttered as she gathered her paints and brushes putting them all in their proper places after cleaning them up. Just as she was drying her hands the колокол, колокольчик, белл rang signalling the start of lunch.
“good work today class, Далее lesson I’m afraid we have to do the boring Письмо part and evaluate our paintings and what we have learned this lesson. See Ты all Thursday” shouted Gwen over the excited chatter and movements of her students as they rush out eager to claim a place to sit and relax over lunch.
“Rosie, I was very pleased with our work this lesson, it showed true imagination and an extremely high amount of talent. Have Ты considered taking art on as a possible future career?? I would hate for such a good artist to go to waste in some crappy 9 to 5 стол письменный, стол job in some Болталка office making чай for the big wigs” she enthused as though trying to sell Rosie magic beans on the side of a road.
“urm, I don’t know I’ve never really considered what job I want in the future, do Ты really think I could be a successful artist??” she asked truly intrigued by what Gwen had said.
“yes, if Ты continued to produce works at such a high standard I am positive Ты could go anywhere with it, the sky is the as they say” beamed Gwen “tell Ты what, we have an open evening for colleges here Далее week, maybe I could Показать Ты the art college I went to, that is of course if Ты and your parents would be interested”
“my parents would be еще interested in arguing over some Болталка thing или another, but I would definitely be interested, I enjoy art so why not try and make it my job. Thanks for the advice, I’ll see Ты later” sighed Rosie as she left to art room heading back towards her locker to drop off her sketch pad and pencils, when she feels a warm hand rest on the bottom of her back, sending a thrill through her body.
“just keep walking, act normal” сказал(-а) a voice she didn’t recognise until she turned to face who had spoken when she saw that it was Him, with the same eyes, the same hair, the same everything. She opened her mouth to speak but no words came out. Instead she just continued to study his face, a face which had become so familiar to her. The same face that had filled her mind, taking over all her thoughts and absorbing all her attention. As they walked in silence she noticed he was leading her past her locker and towards the doors leading to the sports field. As they went through the doors she caught sight of Christian playing football with the other guys on the field just over the little hill. He led her round the corner, away from anyone else where they couldn’t be seen или heard by any other students who happened to be out trying to enjoy the seldom seen sun on their lunch break.
He finally brought them to halt and took his hand from Rosie’s back. She turned to lean against the red brick Стена in an attempt to stay upright and steady herself. Her mind raced over all the Вопросы she had tried to find the answer to over the last few days, not knowing which one to ask first. She decided to settle for the most simple question, yet the one that had been causing her the most puzzlement.
“who are you??” she asked in a whisper, unsure of where her voice had gone.
“that isn’t important right now” he answered in a sort tone “ what is important is why I’m here, I’ve been trying to contact Ты through other methods but that didn’t seem to work, so the only thing for it was to come and see Ты myself.” he spoke quickly not giving her a chance to ask any of the other Вопросы she had been pondering over since the секунда night she had seen him in her dreams.
“what I have to tell Ты is very important and cannot be taken lightly, otherwise it could be very problematic.” he continued in the same serious tone. “you are in great danger, so great that even I do not know the true extent of power held against you.”
Rosie couldn’t help but laugh at him, why would she possibly be in such ‘great danger’, the only thing was in danger of was failing her GCSE’s and not being able to go to college, what was this guy on about and why wouldn’t he tell her who he is, if what he says is to be taken so seriously.
As the laughter began to subside Rosie found that she was only left with irritation and her voice suddenly made itself heard.
“hold up a minute, Ты expect me to listen to Ты and take Ты ever so seriously when Ты won’t even tell me who Ты are and why and how it is Ты seem to have been implanting this message into my dreams for the last like 9 nights, I mean even I know it aint normal for someone to dream every single night, especially when it is exactly the same thing that happens, without fail.” He just stood letting her rant on “and another thing, what the hell do Ты mean I’m in great danger, we aint in some lame adventure book with a damsel in distress and Knight in shining armour to save сказал(-а) damsel. This has gotta be sort of dream или psychotic episode или something, I knew today was to good to be true. Any минута now my alarm will go off and I’ll be in my room getting up for another mundane день at school with nothing exciting happening, so either Ты answer my Вопросы before I wake up или I’m going to scream and stuff like they do in the films until I eventually wake up anyways. So what is it gonna be??” She held his gaze for as long as possible trying to Показать she was a force to reckoned with and that her Вопросы wouldn’t simply be deemed unimportant. Then he stepped closer to her, narrowing the Космос to less that half a metre.
“How curious, I didn’t expect Ты to react like that. I knew Ты would be confused and ask Вопросы but I didn’t expect a speech. As for your Вопрос of which possibility I should choose, I suppose I should choose to answer your questions, as I can assure Ты Rosanna, that this is no dream или psychotic episode. So to answer your original Вопрос of my identity, I am Alexander Simms. What other Вопросы do Ты have?” he asked maintaining eye contact throughout the whole conversation.
“Okay, urm, I have quite a few Вопросы I want Ты to answer, like how do Ты know who I am? How do Ты know I am in such ‘great danger’? and how in the hell did Ты get into my dreams?” she considered adding еще Вопросы to the Список but decided these were the most important ones and should be answered before she can decide what else to ask from there.
“first question, how do I know who Ты are. That is simple, I have been sent to protect Ты and was told that I would just know who Ты are and from there I did a little surveillance work in order to learn your name and other such information. As for…”
She cut him of mid-sentence trying to comprehend what she had just heard.
“woah hang on, surveillance?? Ты mean to say Ты followed me, like a stalker, just because Ты somehow knew I was the right person?” her irritation had just transformed into anger and discomfort.
“Yes I followed you, but Ты must know it is in your best interests. It is required of me to learn as much as I can about a ward before I am able to truly help them. That is the way it has always been.” he answered as though it was perfectly normal to stalk young girls.
“wait what do Ты mean your ‘ward’, am I your first или have Ты done this stalker type thing before?”
“I have had no other ward, we only get chosen to protect one person. We are chosen based on the needs of the ward and how our abilities would best be used. I have been chosen to help Ты based on my ability to fight but also my morality, to only fight when it becomes absolutely necessary.”
“only absolutely necessary, Ты mean the good old, when all else fails head in all Оружие blazing, sort of thinking?”
“Whilst I try to offer other forms of negotiation and mediation, I do have the ability and knowledge of combat to know when a problem can only be eradicated by force rather than any other way, only I do not have a need for guns, I have my own weaponry and skills in combat. As it is сказал(-а) anyone is able to pull a trigger and shoot someone, it takes true skill and discipline to face an opponent like a true warrior”
“cool so Ты are like some secret ninja sent to save me from some James Bond type super villain. Awesome” giggled Rosie, getting used to the idea that this guy was there to look after her.
“I believe I have answered how I know Ты are in danger. So I shall continue to answer how I am able to infiltrate your dreams”
“well to be honest, how have Ты answered how Ты knew I was in trouble?? Coz if Ты have Ты will have to explain again for me.”
“Well when I was chosen by my peers they issue me with the knowledge that I am needed to help and protect someone, this then gives the impression that if Ты need protection that Ты are in some form of danger, do Ты understand this now?” he asked in a way Rosie thought to be rather condescending.
“yes, I do now, just Ты speak in a such an awkward way that I sometimes miss the meaning of what it is Ты are telling me, so would it kill Ты to like dumb it down a bit for me, just don’t take the mick with it”
“Of course, I am here to help Ты so if Ты need me to speak to Ты in a way Ты will better understand then I will try my best.”
“thanks, now back to the other questions, how do Ты get into my dreams?” this is the Вопрос she was most intrigued by now she had seen that this guy, Alexander, was able to be in her dreams.
“I am able to suggest Обои into your mind, we are bound by a telepathic link, which means that I am able to communicate with your mind using my own thoughts and can implant whatever Обои или information I think Ты need.”
“so if we are linked telepathically, does that mean I can send thoughts and stuff into your mind and dreams and stuff?”
“It is possible, with the right amount of training Ты would be able to do the same thing to me.”
“cool, will Ты be teaching me this ability anytime soon??”
“possibly, first we need to identify your threat and decide how best to eradicate it”
“woah, Ты mean Ты don’t even know what is out to get me? Doesn’t that sort of make your job pointless, it aint like Ты can protect me from anything and everything is it now?!” her head was swimming with the information she had just learnt. She began to feel light headed, relying solely on the Стена to support her. The Далее time she tried to speak nothing came out and her vision blurred. The last thing she remembered was Alexander leaning вперед to catch her before she had chance to hit the concrete floor beneath her. Then the darkness enveloped her as she Остаться в живых consciousness whilst in his arms, the mystery man that had been in her dreams for just under two weeks. Who now told her he was sent to protect her from some danger that was unknown even to the one who was there to save her from it. Her thoughts began to thin until there was nothing.
The Pillsbury Doughboy died yesterday of a yeast infection and trauma complications from repeated pokes in the belly. He was 71. Doughboy was buried in a lightly greased coffin. Dozens of Знаменитости turned out to pay their respects, including Mrs. Butterworth, Hungry Jack, the California Raisins, Betty Crocker, the Hostess Twinkies, and Captain Crunch. The gravesite was piled high with flours. Aunt Jemima delivered the eulogy and lovingly described Doughboy as a man who never knew how much he was kneaded. Doughboy rose quickly in Показать business, but his later life was filled with turnovers. He was not considered a very smart cookie, wasting much of his dough on half-baked schemes. Despite being a little flaky at times he still was a crusty old man and was considered a positive roll model for millions. Doughboy is survived by his wife Play Dough, two children, John Dough and Jane Dough, plus they had one in the oven. He is also survived by his elderly father, Pop Tart.
I breathed in and out slowly. This was horrid. Running. I spat at the word. I despised running.
Joseph jogged up to me. "You okay Kristen?"
"Yeah, just give me a minute."
"Hah! Ты always end up like this. Maybe Ты should quit track?"
"You know I can't! If I do, then I have to do Trigonometry. Ugh. That's worse."
"Right..."
I stood up and we walked in silence. His lithe step did not match mine. I had a clumsy, trip over step. I needed somebody to teach me how to walk right.
"Oof." I had tripped, and landed on my side. How? I have no idea. Normal people land on their face или back. Not me!
Please e-mail me или comment. Tell me if Ты like this segment или not, if I get enought votes, I will continue my writing.
Joseph jogged up to me. "You okay Kristen?"
"Yeah, just give me a minute."
"Hah! Ты always end up like this. Maybe Ты should quit track?"
"You know I can't! If I do, then I have to do Trigonometry. Ugh. That's worse."
"Right..."
I stood up and we walked in silence. His lithe step did not match mine. I had a clumsy, trip over step. I needed somebody to teach me how to walk right.
"Oof." I had tripped, and landed on my side. How? I have no idea. Normal people land on their face или back. Not me!
Please e-mail me или comment. Tell me if Ты like this segment или not, if I get enought votes, I will continue my writing.