It was a gorgeous day, and I was car racing.I checked behind me to see where he was, then he shouted "The brakes!"I looked in front of me.I was heading towards the edge, and I pushed on the brakes hard, but somehow they had gotten stuck, in the horror I shouted "I can't, they are stuck!".
I woke up with a start; I did not understand my dream. I was driving, a carriage without horses, made of metal? I was mystified, the dream was so realistic but so fantasized. I lay down and closed my eyes, but I could not sleep. So I got out of bed and arranged my hair, I decided to go for a walk, as much as I appreciated my chaperons, I yearned for a little time to myself, which I never seem to get in the daytime.
I went to the garden and was looking a the full moon, when I was younger I used to think that full moons were magical, and if you were out something strange and wonderful would happen. Of course as I grew older, I realized it was just another myth, like the pond fairies and Mermaids. I looked up at the window, to check no-one had saw me backing away from the house, While I was glancing at the windows, I walked into someone.
I yelped, then fell into the mud.I was blushing in embarrassment and shock, a silky voice asked "would you like some help?"he held out his hand, not daring to look higher, because I knew my cheeks were bright scarlet, I offered him my hand which were significantly small in comparison to his."sorry I-" I began. However as I looked up at him and our eyes met I recognized who I was talking to and being sympathetic to I quickly snatched my hand back. It had suddenly turned sour between us. This was Romeo Montague. Since I was an infant, I was told not to talk to him or his family, to loathe him just as they did. Although as I inspected his eyes apprehensively; I did not see the devil just an average boy.
I did as my parents taught me as I tore my eyes away from his gentle ones (It required a great deal of effort.) they were a mesmerizing brown, and I got up and flicked my soft curly hair. "Certainly not, I do not require any help from you!"I forcefully told him emphasizing on the you. I was delighted with how it was going until I tried to push past him, my foot skimmed his and I tripped and he caught me. I glared at him; it was deeply embarrassing, I was trying to be defensive, and he had caught me as if expecting it.
He held his arms up in surrender, as an answer to my glare. "What are you doing so near to my home?" I demanded, narrowing my eyes hoping to make him uneasy, however he still seemed composed and relaxed.
"Going for a walk!" he answered, I sceptically looked at him. "Why are you out so late? Without a chaperone?"
"I could not sleep." I muttered glaring at him. "you should undoubtedly leave." I threatened.
"or what? Your parents would not approve of you out without a chaperone."
"Your parents would not approve of you stalking around my home, Montague." for once this evening he looked speechless, my heart jumped in my chest but I took the opportunity to leave "Goodnight Montague and I hope I will not see you soon," I declared to him as I walked away. For the rest of the night I could not stop thinking about the encounter, I felt different.
