Well, I'm giving this a shot. This is a story based off of my favorite poem, Annabel Lee, by Edgar Allen Poe. Just give it a shot. Thanks.

She was beautiful. Long, dark brown hair that flowed over her shoulders, and creamy white skin. She had a clear face, no freckles or beauty-marks whatsoever, and she had an irresistible smile. That's what caught me first; her smile. It radiated and seemed iridescent in the night time glow of the party we were both at on the beach. She was with another group, a crowd much wealthier than my family was, and people dressed in far nicer clothes. I just stood on the sideline, watching the rest of the community (which wasn't very big) mingle and get to know eachother better. This was the annual party of Seaville. Every year, we would all gather together, put aside our differences, and just be accepting. But I couldn't blend in as easily as my grandmother did. She seemed to be a natural with this stuff. She was drifting around the beach, talking to everyone, lighting up smiles on each person's face.

I glanced over at her again nervously. Her deep brown eyes locked with mine for a minute, and I looked away shyly, knowing she had seen me staring. I looked up again and realized she was walking, actually it seemed like gliding, over to me. I looked down, afraid of what was going to happen, but she looked like she was being sincere in her approach. She welcomed her hand for a shake when she came close to me.

"Hi. I'm Annabel. What's your name?" She asked with a voice that sounded like silk.

"I'm…Eddie." I said hesitantly as I took her hand.

"You go to my school, don't you?" She asked.

"Yeah. But I'm a senior, I think you're a junior, right?" I replied. We had never really met, though I had noticed her a couple of times.

"Oh, that's right. Are you enjoying the party?" She asked me.

"Yeah. It's so nice outside." I said. "How about you?"

"I agree. It's amazing. I love the ocean. It's my favorite place in the whole world." She smiled.

I smiled back, it was contagious. "I love it too. That's why I moved here with my grandmother." I replied.

"Your grandma is a sweet woman."

"I know. I'm very lucky." I tried to work up some courage to ask her out. Inside I was begging her to make the first move, but I knew she wouldn't. This was an old-fashioned place, and I was guessing she was old-fashioned, too.

"Would you…would you like to go out sometime? Maybe tomorrow night?" I asked and exhaled a breath I didn't even know I was holding. When she smiled I was relieved.

"Sure, I'd love to. I don't have any plans tomorrow night. Pick me up about seven?" She suggested.

I nodded. "That would be great." I said. She smiled shyly and walked off to her mother. I watched her as she talked with her family and glanced over at me. Her mother looked at me and smiled, while her father wasn't as happy when he saw me in my lower-class clothes and shaggy hair-cut.

I walked up the winding path to my grandmother's house and opened the back door. The warmth and smell of baked cookies greeted me. (Grandma had made them for the party.) I sat down in my favorite chair and just thought of Annabel until eventually I fell asleep sitting in that chair, the sounds of the party echoing softly into the house.