Okay, I know that I've got many stories, and I will eventually work on them, but this is a story that I'm working on for school, so I thought I'd get feedback on it before I handed it in. It shouldn't be too long, but it will take a little while. When I'm done with this story, I expect to continue my others, but I'd like to do this first. I have never done a story like this, so bare with me, and tell me what you think.

UNEXPECTED

It's strange to think of how love sometimes forms from hate. How can you love someone so much, when not too long ago, you couldn't fathom the thought of being in the same room as them? How can you cringe at the thought of losing someone, when not too long ago, you would have been the one to throw them in front of a train, or toss them over a bridge, or…well, you get the picture. I never imagined meeting somebody who could turn my world upside down. Whenever anybody had used that expression, I snickered and told them they were insane. Maybe you'd have to be insane to fall in love with somebody you loathe.
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When Theresa Lopez-Fitzgerald walked into my life four years ago, I knew my life would change drastically. At the time, however, I was almost certain that it would be for the worst, and now I realize just how wrong I was. I called her Resa, simply because I didn't want to bother dragging out her whole name. I was the only person who called her Resa, and now I like to think that I was the only person she would allow to call her Resa. She was definitely different from everyone at school, different from anyone I had ever met, and maybe that's what made her so special. Of course, at the time, I would literally die before I called her anything but witch. She wasn't bad looking, nor was she completely unpopular. I mean, she did have her friends. But that didn't mean that she hung out with the wannabe models at the school, although she would have probably beat each and every one of them. As I said before, she certainly wasn't bad looking. In fact, if I hadn't despised her so, I might have asked her out.

Resa wore her long, brunette hair in a ponytail most of the time. In fact, I can't remember a time that her hair wasn't tightly pulled back in a neat ponytail or a bun. She always wore jeans, and you never saw her in anything else. She wasn't one to welcome change, and for as long as I'd known her, she had never changed. Well, on occasion she'd wear her hair down and have on a flowing white skirt, but that was very rare, and usually for a holiday or something. For some reason, the girl didn't want to change, but who could blame her, she was beautiful the way she was, and if she'd changed, none of the other girls would even be competition, but don't tell anyone I said that. If the guys found out how soft I've gone, I'd become the laughing stock of school. Well, what's left of school. See, I'm in my senior year, and in less than two months, I'll be out of school for good. Okay, probably not for good. My parents seem to think I'm going to college, and who knows, with them as parents, it's more than possible. Trust me, they can be quite convincing. Anyway, in less than two months, I'll be out of high school, and debating whether I'm interested in college or not. I really don't see the point. But, you know parents, they simply don't take no for an answer, and I never win with them, so why bother.

Getting off the subject of my demanding parents, you must be thinking what reason could I have had for hating Resa, what had she ever done to me? And the truth is, she had done nothing to me. I mean, she had just entered my school, and here I was ready to bite her head off. And I'm sure that's what she thought I would have done if she'd gotten too close to me. Who knows, maybe I would have. The reason I didn't like her, well, to be honest, I really don't know why I didn't like her. And, truth be told, she wasn't too fond of me either. She was very far from fond indeed. Although, by the time I noticed her dislike of me, she kind of had reason. I'm sure she didn't like me from the beginning, but after I'd knocked my lunch all over her and humiliated her in front of the entire school, her hatred became noticeable. I know, that was really cruel, and yes, it was, but that was one of the few things I did that was actually an accident. I mean, a real accident. Yes, there were other cruel things I did that were accidents, but most of the time, I did cruel things purposely, just because it made me appear more cool, and made her appear more foolish, but in the end, that's not what happened. She never looked foolish. She looked at me in distain, but simply shrugged it off. I swear, I could have thrown and handful of spiders on her, which she hated, and she would have shrugged it off. Yes, she would have sent me a death glare, but no words of cruelty would have left her mouth. That's who she was, a Christian. And she showed that every day, no matter what kind of mood she was in.

As I think about it, I'm still unsure what reason I had for treating her the way I did, and I hate thinking about how I must have hurt her feelings, and although she'd never admit that what I did hurt her, I'll never forget the look she'd always get after I'd done something, right before her face turned emotionless and she'd pretend that it didn't matter.

My name is Nicholas Foxworth Crane and this is the story of how my hate for one extraordinary girl turned to something I'll never regret, something I'll remember for as long as I shall live

Please tell me what you thought, and don't be too harsh, I have never done anything like this. I just wanted to try something new. I'm always open for ideas or advice, so don't hesitate to give any.

Denise