I think it was because I trusted him and wanted to live with him that helped me make this decision to leave with him. Prom ended at 9:00 at night. Luke drove me home and we bother were silent; we had nothing to say to eachother...I didn't like it.

"Luke is something on your mind?" He shook his head still not saying anything to me. "Luke, please pull over." He sighed pulling off the road and slamming his hands on the steering wheel. "Tell me what's wrong."

"Nothing dammit." I gasped softly; looking away. "Flora, I'm sorry." He took my hand kissing it softly.

"I'm just worried about you Luke. You seem distracted...You seem upset." I whimpered

"No, Flora I'm sorry. You have to trust me though nothing is wrong."

I had believed him and went along with what he said but he still seemed upset still. I'm laying in my bed thinking about things. Thinking about my future. I never really wanted to go to college. I wanted to just write or draw. I stood to my feet and started to pack my suitcase.


"Flora, wake up love." He seemed quite overjoyed this morning.

I grinned opening my eyes to see my most beautiful man. I glanced over his shoulder where my alarm clock sat. "Luke," I groaned flopping my pillow ontop of my face. "It's 4:00 in the morning."

"It's time to leave." He whispered.

"So soon?" I removed the pillow staring into his desperate eyes.

"Yes." He nodded.

"What about the professor?"

"He doesn't have to know."

I nodded sadly and dragged myself out of bed; throwing an outfit on. We snook out of the house easily.

We drove off me watching my town disappearing into the distance. "Goodbye everyone." I whispered under my breath.


Who watched the London Olympics? I DID! I love the little movie of the queen and James Bond. Haha. :D R&R.