DISCLAIMER: There is no disclaimer except that if this resembles Twilight, New Moon, or Eclipse by Stephenie Meyer it's because I'm addicted to Edward Cullen.

NOTE: The reason that this is so long coming is because I have been working on kind of an information page for all the characters that can be updated and what not. That is all.
"A doctor visit, a call to the insurance, a year off of soccer, and giving your parents a heart attack. All of that was worth showing off in a dinky game that means nothing." Zorah's father hadn't even begun to unload of her. Zorah thought it would be in her best interest to just lay back and take it, but really. WHAT was the fun in that?

"I had a chance so I took it and it was a mistake. That is all." Zorah muttered, almost under the radar.

"That is not all!!!" Mitchell's face was fire truck red and he was sputtering. Not a good sign for Zorah. Really why are her parents freaking out, or really her father? What were the events of her childhood?

Let's go back to a day fifteen years ago; on the bright morning of April 25, 1992 Zorah and her mother were
flitting around the mall, sniffing out the perfect birthday present for Zorah. After all, she was three. Her mother
only turned her back for a minute, but that was all it took. A cold hand clung to Zorah's as she was led away.
Zorah almost took no notice, she was three after all and a hand to hold was always nice. Of course, her mother
realized immediately and raced after her only to find that the stranger let go instantly and in the second Adelaide
took to console her child, the person disappeared.

Or how about to a day three years later, April 25, 1995, when Zorah had just turned six and was pumped about
the party her mother was throwing her. Her father was on business as always on her birthday. Adelaide hired a clown
from a miscellaneous service, the clown showed up right on time with expertly applied makeup not an inch of the original
skin was showing, and got right to work blowing balloons. The clown steered way clear of the children except for Zorah
who never was an inch from it. Adelaide, still on edge from this day two years ago, was side by side with Zorah, but when
a fellow party-goer fell down Adelaide rushed to aide and Zorah and clown were gone. Adelaide was heartbroken and as
guilty as ever, but out of no where Zorah returned six hours later. She had no recollection of how she returned home, but
she was safe and that was all that worried her mother.

Her mother drilled into her head from that day forward about strangers and what had happened to her thus far so that by the time that Zorah turned seven she was an ace at stranger danger games and was never, to her mother's knowledge, led away by another cold hearted stranger. Of course, there was that time on the playground in sixth grade when someone called her name from across the soccer field and also when she turned thirteen and her mother let her go to the mall with some girlfriends and mysterious, yet attractive, young men followed her incessantly. Finally, her friends told the security guards and the men disappeared, the strange thing was, Zorah was never bothered by these happenings. It felt fine, almost normal, to see their faces, when she felt their skin. It was the same feeling that was aroused within her when she saw the man in the crowd at her game the evening before.

"You have a fractured leg, no soccer for at least six months, and please ,for me, as your doctor take it easy. You are a great athlete and if you just don't stress it and just relax and read a book all day, you'll be great."

"Read a book every day for the next six months." Zorah was already hobbling out of there.

"You know what I mean Zorah." Her doctor added as she pushed Zorah into a wheelchair and wheeled her to the lobby where her parents were anxiously awaiting with that face on. It was the face they constantly wore around her. A look of never ending worry and disastrous ends. If she could only make that face go away. She hated her parents, but she loved her parents. They lived their lives most of the time just to keep her safe.

"School's almost over you know." Zorah said into the silent car, attempting to make conversation.

"You've kept your grades reasonably well. You know we're proud, right?" Her mother responded, smiling into the rearview mirror. Her father had taken his car to go right to work, it was only her mother and her, Zorah was spread out in the backseat. Her leg was all cast up and her mother practically forced her to lay longways in the backseat. She was perfectly capable to just sit like a normal person, but, come on, this was Adelaide Sparacello we're talking about.

The ride home was as quiet and uneventful as Zorah had expected, but unexpectedly the time it left her with she spent thinking about the dashing young man. His face never left her mind and when she closed her eyes, it was his face that lay behind her eyelids.