Witfit prompt for July 4, 2011.
Word prompt: Fireworks
Plot Generator-Binding Blurb: In 500 words or less, write a blurb or a short story entry on Freedom.
This was the change we've all been waiting for. Years that we had looked forward to it. Today was the day that will make all the ones ahead different. Senior year is over. I cant help but smile just thinking about it as I stand in line, waiting for my name to be called. Having a last name ending in 'S' was definitely not fun. My legs were aching and I was dying to sit down. But none of this made me unhappy. Graduation was finally here. What could there possibly be to make me unhappy about it? That's right, nothing. Nothing at all.
"Isabella Swan!" they called, I could hear the hoots and hollers of my quite embarrassing family in the crowd.
Here goes nothing… and hoping you don't trip.
I took a deep breath and mad my way onto the stage, not tripping once.
Hmm maybe things really are looking up.
Before the thought cold even finish itself I was falling. I braced myself for contact, but it never came instead a pair of strong arms wrapped around me and pulled me tightly against their hard body.
I looked up into the sparkling sea green eyes of Edward Cullen, Forks very own badass.
It took me a moment to realize that his arms were still holding me into place against his warm torso. He just smirked and leaned in so that his lips were just barely brushing my ear.
"You okay?" he whispered. I just nodded, not trusting myself to speak. With a wink and a nod I watched his retreating form as he headed back to his seat. I shook my head, trying to get coherent thoughts flowing again.
Accepting my diploma was a bit nerve-wracking, especially after I just about face planted in front of the entire senior class and their families.
After shaking the hands of all the faculty I b-lined for the door, embarrassment washing over me as I realized that my 'almost fall' would most likely be documented on the cameras of proud parents in the audience.
There was someone standing by the doors, without looking I attempted to squeeze past them when they grabbed my wrist. I whipped around and came face to face, yet again, with Edward Cullen. He turned his head, blowing the smoke from his cigarette away from me.
"Ditching graduation early?" he asked. I never noticed how amazingly smooth his voice was.
"Attentions not really me thing." I replied nervously.
"Yeah, I've noticed." he smirked. "So Miss Swan, since graduation seems to be on both of our shit lists… I have a proposition for you."
"And what would that be?" oh my god. Was I flirting? Since when did I flirt with anyone, let alone the Greek Adonis standing in front of me. Where did I get the courage
"I was planning on taking a ride to the west coast." he said, nodding over to his motorcycle parked along the sidewalk. "would you be interested in keeping me company?"
Yes, this was freedom.