Hey anybody who is reading this. This story was inspired by my best friend. Emily. She reminds me of Raven because of how "hippie" or independent she is and how she HAD an enemy, just like Raven. She gave me permission to write this story. I hope you enjoy it and this actually happened in real life except Emily DIDN'T give in.
FOR EMILY!
I jumped off my bike and ran up the hill of the cemetery. By the time I was at the top, I was breathless. I put a blanket down on the grass and arranged the food.
Alexander and I were having a picnic. I haven't seen him in a long time! He went on a trip to visit his family. i asked if I could tag along so I wouldn't miss him so much,
but he didn't want to pull me out of school for his sake. I sighed. I can't wait until I graduate and never have to go back to that school ever again. I could smell the
freedom now! I heard footsteps from behind. I acted as if I were busy and tried not to pay attention to the footsteps. I want him to "catch" me by surprise. The
footsteps came closer. My heart raced and my palms were sweaty. I was so anxious to reunite with my true love that I had to bite my lip hard so just to calm myself
down.
I felt a hand on my shoulder. I looked up, with a smile on my face -expecting Alexander. What I didn't expect was to see my nemesis looking down at me with loving
eyes. "What do you want?" I asked him. He grinned and sat down beside me. "Boyfriend stood you up, huh?" He teased. I scowled at him. Alexander would never
stand me up! I tried to calm myself down. All he wants is to push me off the edge. I'd be cussing myself out if I let him. "You didn't answer my question?" He leaned
closer. So close that I could feel his breath against my lips, sending shivers up my spine. "He's lucky you know. To have you." He took my hand in his. I should have
pulled away, but it felt nice. Why on Earth did it feel nice? "I wish I had his fortune. I mean I have money to get me anything in the world...except you." I bit my
tongue. Why now? Why does he tell me this now? He laced his fingers with mine and held it tightly -as if he doesn't ever want to let go. He put his other hand under
my chin and forced me to look up at him. "Why do you torture me so?" I willed myself to pull away, but I couldn't. It felt right. To be close to him like this. He leaned in,
our lips touching softly. I closed my eyes and gave in.
