I was in front of my house when I noticed that there was a boy walking away from the park that was across the street from my house. He was a little taller than I was, me being five foot four inches, with coal black hair, and frightfully pale skin, his t-shirt was black with blue jeans and navy sneakers. He made a beautiful morning look depressing. He looked so familiar, but I couldn't put my finger on it.
He looked up and down the street, and then down at an untied shoe on his left foot. I watched how gracefully he tied a neat bow with the two laces. He stood once more and looked across the street, his eyes landed on me. A curious look aroused in his eyes. He smiled the most perfect smile that I'd ever seen.
I was so deep in his handsome features that I hadn't noticed that he was making his way over to me. I still studied his face as he stopped in front of me. He had pale blue eyes, and his black hair had light brown high lights in it. "Hello," his voice was soft, like a chorus of angels. "I'm Daniel Wilson," he said, sticking out a pale hand. I shook it in return, his skin soft yet cold and frigid.
"Hi," I said breathlessly. He glanced down at my hand still firmly grasping his. He chuckled, using his free hand to remove my steel grip. He handled it so gently, I was quite surprised that he didn't need pliers to remove my hand.
"Hmm... I heard a hello, but... I didn't hear a name," he said sweetly, smiling yet another perfect smile. It took me a moment to regain brain power, before managing to speak again. "I'm Elizabeth. Elizabeth Frederick," I said quietly. Uh oh, I had dork written all over me now.
"Well Elizabeth Frederick, it's very nice to meet you. Join me?" he said motioning to the now empty park just yards away. "I thought you just left there," I said. He continued to smile broadly. "No, just passing by. So, will you care to accompany me to the swings?" he studied my bewildered face.
"I... Um..." should I go with this stranger, or stay in the safety of my home? He looked up from my face to the tan house behind us. "Oh, I apologize. I caught you as you were going home. No matter, you probably don't want to follow a stranger anyway," and exactly how did he know that?
"No, it's alright, maybe I can get to know more about you," I said swiftly. I was telling the truth, I needed more information on this guy. He beamed, and grabbed my hand. And before I new what was happening, he was leading me to the park.
Monday, June 30, 2008
Fallen Angel-Chapter One- Part One
"I remember it so clearly Sandy," I told my best friend as we were sitting in her front yard, enjoying the first day of summer vacation. It was very mild Friday morning, in the 80's and dry. Tipical I sat picking a the green grass surrounding me.
My tan khakis, light blue tank top and blue flip flops kept me at the perfect temperature. Sandy Pearson however, was wearing plaid pajama pants, and a white t-shirt that had her name written in large block letters. Not the usual summer fashion.
She looked up at me. "How can you be so sure it means something?" she was on her stomach, picking at the grass as well. "But it felt so real" I said, now looking up at the cloudless blue sky. We were discussing a dream I had the night before.
A dark figure, a boy to be exact, confronted me and said 'I'm coming' before he vanished and I woke up. I never saw his face, but I knwe he was a boy. "I don't know Liz, maybe it was a mind trick," she said, picking some grass off of her elbow.
I thought about her statement. I sighed, "Me? Elizabeth Frederick, playing mind tricks on myself?" I raised my eyebrows. Sandy looked up at me. "Maybe, it happens to me all of the time ," she said as she sat up.
I kicked off my flip flops. I stood up and paced the length of her small front yard. " Hmm.... 'I'm coming' what would it mean? Hmm...." I finally stopped in front of Sandy. I pursed my lips, then a conclusion came to me. "Do you think it's like a sign? Like he's coming, coming for me? Or maybe we... we are supposed to meet or something," I said, now talking to myself.
Sandy stood up too. "Come on Liz, you're twelve. Aren't you a little too old to be talking to yourself?" she crossed her arms over her chest and brushed a strand of her long dirty blond hair behind her ear.
"Why I never...." I said under my breath, starting to chase after her, she was pretty fast, but no match for me. My long legs were perfect for running. We ran around in circles until I tackled her to the ground. We scrambeled for a little bit until Sandy's Mom called her in for lunch. We got up, laughing so hard our stomachs were sore.
"I'll come by later, 'kay Liz?" Sandy said, opening the door to go inside. "Alright, see you later," I waved and began to jog back to my house, which was only four doors down. Who would have known that I would have a delay.
My tan khakis, light blue tank top and blue flip flops kept me at the perfect temperature. Sandy Pearson however, was wearing plaid pajama pants, and a white t-shirt that had her name written in large block letters. Not the usual summer fashion.
She looked up at me. "How can you be so sure it means something?" she was on her stomach, picking at the grass as well. "But it felt so real" I said, now looking up at the cloudless blue sky. We were discussing a dream I had the night before.
A dark figure, a boy to be exact, confronted me and said 'I'm coming' before he vanished and I woke up. I never saw his face, but I knwe he was a boy. "I don't know Liz, maybe it was a mind trick," she said, picking some grass off of her elbow.
I thought about her statement. I sighed, "Me? Elizabeth Frederick, playing mind tricks on myself?" I raised my eyebrows. Sandy looked up at me. "Maybe, it happens to me all of the time ," she said as she sat up.
I kicked off my flip flops. I stood up and paced the length of her small front yard. " Hmm.... 'I'm coming' what would it mean? Hmm...." I finally stopped in front of Sandy. I pursed my lips, then a conclusion came to me. "Do you think it's like a sign? Like he's coming, coming for me? Or maybe we... we are supposed to meet or something," I said, now talking to myself.
Sandy stood up too. "Come on Liz, you're twelve. Aren't you a little too old to be talking to yourself?" she crossed her arms over her chest and brushed a strand of her long dirty blond hair behind her ear.
"Why I never...." I said under my breath, starting to chase after her, she was pretty fast, but no match for me. My long legs were perfect for running. We ran around in circles until I tackled her to the ground. We scrambeled for a little bit until Sandy's Mom called her in for lunch. We got up, laughing so hard our stomachs were sore.
"I'll come by later, 'kay Liz?" Sandy said, opening the door to go inside. "Alright, see you later," I waved and began to jog back to my house, which was only four doors down. Who would have known that I would have a delay.
Thursday, June 12, 2008
Just to let you know
Each chapter of Fallen Angel will have at least four parts. I'll post each part whenever I can so that you can keep reading.
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