Hello everyone! I decided to make another story. I have thought about doing this for a while, and now i have decided to make it! anyway, i really would like some reviews so i know that people like it, or love it!
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I thought my parents where in love. I thought that they wanted to spend the rest of their lives together. They told me everyday that they were in love. Yesterday they told me they were in love. Why were they getting divorced now?
My parents were a happy couple. My mother told me over and over about how my parents had met. High school sweethearts; him a senior and my mother a sophomore. "It was like a movie", she told me. "I was the geek, and he was the jock. I had a handful of books, and he walked into me". I smiled every time she said this part. "And he helped me pick up my books. Our hands brushed against each other and I looked up".
"He was the most gorgeous guy ever! His eyes and hair were a adventure". She rambled on about first dates and kisses, which grossed me out. But they seemed she seemed so in love when she told me the stories. Why was now different?
I sit in front of the consular, dealing with my parents divorce. I didn't believe that they weren't in love anymore. I knew that they will still in love. My father, Andrew Prior had moved out already, yesterday actually. I saw him for the last time, he seemed upset and mad. My mother looked calm as he left. But her eyes told another story.
"Do you want to tell me what is going through your mind at this moment of time?" the consular asked me. I looked at him for the first time today, and smiled. "No thank you".
I didn't want to be rude, but ever since they told me they were getting a divorce, I was mad. I didn't understand. He looked at me funnily, then sighed. I hadn't said anything today, and I wasn't planning on too anyway.
"What went through your mind when your parents told you the news?". I looked at him again, and thought. "What went through my mind? Well lets see, why the hell were they getting divorced! They were in love, they still are! I don't understand why they are, but there is another reason. I can feel it in my blood. There's something their hiding from me and I am going to find out".
He looked at me for a while before telling me to leave. I looked at the clock and we still had 20 minutes left. "We still have…". "I know what the time is, leave Tris". I looked at the tired man before walking out of the room.
The mall was still open, so I decided to go. My new high-heeled ankle boots went perfectly with my white dress. It was a bit chilly, so I put on my light blue through-on. My light, blond hair flowed in the wind, and my grey-blue eyes took in the mall.
I walked straight over to H&M, my favourite store, and looked at the new clothes for the week. The dresses really were pretty so I walked over to them. My 6th sense told me someone was watching me. I looked up from the dress and looked around the store. Not many people where here, some other teenagers and parents. Then I saw him.
He was looking straight at me. His brown hair suited him well. His amazing blue eyes were as deep as the deepest parts of the sea. His built body was covered with a fitted T, and jeans. When he saw me look, he looked away.
I turned back to the dress, but staying causes about him. Every once in a while, I would look for him, and find him closer and closer, looking at me. When I finally reached the shirts, I could feel him right behind me.
"You look better in blue than pink" his deep voice stated. I jumped a little at his voice and turned around. He towered over me. Although I was wearing heels, the top of my head only reached his eyes. And these were very high heels.
"Am I supposed to know you?" I sate calmly, slowly walking around, my destination the exit. "In a way yes" is all he said. I looked at him; him looking at me. I turned around and walked to the shoes him still behind me. I tried to stay calm, but his presence was off-putting.
I was close to the exit, closer to the counter. There was a young male there, dark skin and green eyes. He was good looking, and maybe a good way to get out of here. I picked the dress up I saw earlier and walked straight to him. Mystery guy must had seen what I was doing and stepped in front of me.
"He isn't going to help you. No one is" he said. I looked at him and freaked out. What was that supposed to mean?. "Look. If I know you tell me. Otherwise I will kick your ass". He laughed at me before looking at the guy at the counter.
"Did you hear that Zeke? She said she could kick my ass!" the guy at the counter chuckled before continuing what he had been doing before. Mystery guy turned back to me and smirked.
"What the hell do you want!" I ask impatient. I was more angry than scared anymore. I stared hard at the boy standing before me. He smiled before talking.
"I can give you the answers you want, and need". What? What was that supposed to mean?
"What answers do I want, and need?" I say copying him. He laughs a little before replying. "About your parents divorce".
How did this guy know about my parents divorce, and how did he know why they were. I look at him, for answers. I must know this guy if he knew about me, and my family. He must know.
"Tell me who you are" I ask him. He looks away, finding something, or someone. He then returns his focus back to me before replying. "No.".
Immediately everyone files out of the store, and the guy looks worried. He looks around and then finds what he is looking for. He chases after the counter guy, not even saying goodbye.
I chase after him and grab his arm. "I want answers". I didn't even know I was going to say anything to this guy. He smiles a little to me and nods.
"Meet me tomorrow, midnight at the mini-golf park, on central" and then he runs off, laughing with the others surrounding him.