Chapter One
I watched as Kyle Meever, my new crush, walked across the class room. He was so graceful and beautiful.
"Elly…Hello? Elly, earth to Elly…Elira!" Beth waved her hand in front of My face breaking my gaze away from Kyle.
"Wh-what?" I asked. My best friend Beth just smirked and rolled her eyes at me. "What?" I asked again.
"Oh come on. Stop getting all goo-goo eyed at Kyle. He's a jerk."
"No he's not!" I defended. Beth was about to say something but Kyle walked over to us.
"Hey…" He said and flipped his glossy blonde skater hair out of his face and stared at me with his big blue eyes.. I loved it when he did that.
"Uh, hi." I said too quickly. Beth just glared.
"So listen, I saw you looking at me…see anything ya' like?" He winked. Beth just rolled her eyes.
"I- you- no-I- yes-maybe…" I was tongue tied, " I was just noticing…you cut your hair!"
"What?" he looked confused.
"I mean…It looked shorter from where I was standing." I mentally smacked myself.
"Whatever. See ya'." and he walked away. I stared dreamily at him as his walked away.
"Oh give me a break! He is so full of himself." Beth sat down in her desk next to mine as the teacher walked in.
No he's not.
I bet your wondering who I am. My name is Elira Rose Sommers, but everyone just calls me Elly, well except for my uncle who I live with because when I was just a baby my mother died in an accident and my father ran away before I was born, but that was 15 years ago. I have the darkest hair you can imagine but with natural dark red highlights, my skin is white as a sheet and it never tans, but manages always to get a bad sunburn. I'm naturally thin and muscular though the only running I do is running from class to class trying not to be late. I eat practically everything in sight except stuff with garlic in it, I have a strange allergic reaction to it. I have eyes the color of amethysts. I know, weird, but my uncle says I got it from my mother, he also says, that the only thing I got from my father was will power. I know what will power is, but how he said it, it seemed like he was using it for a whole different meaning, but my uncle talks like that a lot. Like he was doing when I got home, that afternoon.
"Elira, what have I told you about boys." He looked me in the eye.
"What are you talking about?" I asked acting confused.
"you know!"
"No I don't know."
"About Kyle Meever." He banged his fist on the kitchen table. My uncle also seems to know everything.
"sorry. I didn't think it would hurt if I just talked to him…" I said quietly taking a can of coke out of the fridge.
"Well to bad, it does."
"Whatever." I opened the can and walked into the enormous Victorian living room. My uncle followed me out.
"Don't 'whatever' me Elira Rose!"
I sat down on the old style couch, "I'll do whatever I want Uncle Lars!"
Uncle Lars closed his eyes and took a deep breath to steady himself. " I just don't think you understand how serious it is…" He said calmly with his eyes still closed.
"Actually I don't." I huffed. And ran up to my room.
Okay so that's what I have so far. I'm writing the second one right now.
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