A/N: I hope you like my story! It's the first one I've written that I plan on finishing. Flames welcome!
I stare at myself in my floor length mirror. My choppy brown hair is pulled back, and my chocolate brown eyes are highlighted with a soft red eyeshadow. The light pink lip gloss felt strange on my lips.
My eyes fell on my simple grey and white tank top and faded blue jeans.
It's just a date, I remind myself. It's nothing special. Well, except for the fact it was my first, and I had no idea what to expect.
Am I dressed to formal? To casual? Should I put my hair down? Wear a necklace?
I glanced up at the clock on my wall. I had five minutes until I was supposed to met him at the theater. There was no time for last minute changes, so I hoped I dressed appropriately.
I arrived at the theater just in time. I saw him walking up to the ticket stand just as I stepped into the building.
He had on a simple white t-shirt and dark jeans, so it seems that my choice of clothing was appropriate.
He saw me and waved me over. I couldn't help but stare into his warm brown eyes. He gave me my ticket and we walked into the theater.
Through the bright light of the movie screen, I could see his curly black hair, and mischievous smile as the movie started.
I realized I had no idea what the movie was and began to worry. He wasn't exactly the type to chose something romantic or family friendly. I could only assume it was a horror film.
I hate horror movies, but he thought they were the best and even better, he loved to scare me.
But that's what I like about him, he's different. Not many boys would take their date to see a scary movie on the first date, knowing perfectly well she hated them.
I sat through the whole movie with my eyes closed and fists clenched as I listened to screams of the actors on the screen.
When the movie was over I was practically shaking with fear, as he walked out of the theater laughing hysterically. I couldn't help but laugh a little, too.
It was still quarter to nine and I didn't have to be home until eleven.
We walked to the park down the street and sat side by side on the swings.
We talked about the movie, or rather he talked about how hilarious it was to watch my terrified expression.
Normally I would has been angry, but I realized he had been watching me through out the whole movie.
I laughed along with him.
But something stopped my laughter, from a distance I could hear a soft growl came from behind me.
I froze in the swing as the sound got closer.
The next thing I knew I was pushed off the swing and onto the ground.
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