Story: Childhood Sweethearts

Written by: Akari Akahana


Note from Author:

Okay, so this is my first story and I need to know if I should continue it or not. Reviews that compliment or suggest anything are very important. Please, don't be to critical if you think this story/chapter is bad. This is my first one ever! So please, reviews and suggestions are nice, but not the discomforting ones.

Thanks,

Akari

P.S. Akari Akahana is my pen name, so on here all of my stories will be under it. So, this story is under my name, I wrote it, and this means that this is story is MINE!


Chapter One

"Come, Lilia, Charles, Mother! Father's home!"

I call as I myself made my way out the door. As I run towards the coach, I grin and wave and the coach stops. The door was opened by the foot-man and father stepped out. I am so glad he came back home, after his business-like trip.

"Papa!" I managed to say as my throat already held a lump and tears threatened to fall.

"Elizabeth, oh how I've I missed you so." said Father as his arms enveloped me in an embrace.

The next thing I knew was that both Lilia, my fourteen year old sister, and Charles, my thirteen year old brother, managed to sneak their way into Father's arms as well. I step out first, having already more time than the others to greet our Father.

Mere moments later, Lilia and Charles follow, allowing Mother her turn. As we all glance at mother, her eyes where brimmed in tears of joy. Slowly, she made her way towards Father, him meeting her half-way there. Pretty soon, they were in a strong embrace.

My attention is cut short as my dear friend stepped out himself out of the coach. I turn gracefully and curtsey with a bowed head. As I rise, he bows in return and his blue-gray eyes catch me off-guard as I felt my cheeks turn a rosy-pink color.

"It is nice to see you again Mr. Garrison."

"Ah, the pleasure is all mine Miss. Elizabeth."

He said with a small, childish wink. I giggled softly at his childish action.

"Well now, I see you have grown since the last time I saw you Elizabeth."

"Well, I could say the same for you Mr. Garrison."

"Elizabeth, please, call me Alex."

I laugh lightly with a small, polite nod. "Very well then." Is all I say in return.

I could very well indeed say that Alexander and I have known each other and have been friends since childhood. He may be twenty, and I a mere sixteen, but that doesn't separate as best friends.