If Only It Could Be Easier
Chapter Seven Shooting Star
All day long Spot was thinking of Arista just couldn't get her out of his head of course he didn't act different towards anyone else, he did have an image to uphold. But in a conversation with Tracker his friend..
"Who wuz dat chick dis morning?"
"A goil I know"
"What's herse name?"
"What's it ta youse?"
"She's a looker she is."
"Yeah we'll shese never gonna give da likes of youse da time of day,"
"What makes ya dink she'll give ya da time of day?"
"Cause I'm not you."
"Ya youse just watch out pal. Dose kinds of goils stab ya right in da back."
"Whateva."
That night at Aristalyn's house she was having dinner with her Aunt and Uncle.
"Sweetheart did you meet any new people." He aunt said motherly.
"No Auntie I have just been dancing and catching up on my reading."
"How about at dance?"
"We just dance we don't really talk to much."
"That's not good a young lady needs to have a social life. You'll get nowhere Aristalyn with no social connections." Her Uncle Edward said in the same smug tone he says everything in. "Yes your quite right Uncle Edward I will try making friends tomorrow."
"Good and eat your vegetables, you need strong body to be a good dancer." Arista just held her tongue through the whole conversation.
That night she went out onto her balcony to read another book. She thought of what friends she could make at dance, she knew she couldn't tell them about Spot and he probably didn't think she was a friend of his anyway. Looking up at the pitch dark sky she saw a narrow blurr of light.
"Shooting Star" she closed her eyes and made a wish.
(A/N: SORRY IT'S A LITTLE SHORT)
Chapter Seven Shooting Star
All day long Spot was thinking of Arista just couldn't get her out of his head of course he didn't act different towards anyone else, he did have an image to uphold. But in a conversation with Tracker his friend..
"Who wuz dat chick dis morning?"
"A goil I know"
"What's herse name?"
"What's it ta youse?"
"She's a looker she is."
"Yeah we'll shese never gonna give da likes of youse da time of day,"
"What makes ya dink she'll give ya da time of day?"
"Cause I'm not you."
"Ya youse just watch out pal. Dose kinds of goils stab ya right in da back."
"Whateva."
That night at Aristalyn's house she was having dinner with her Aunt and Uncle.
"Sweetheart did you meet any new people." He aunt said motherly.
"No Auntie I have just been dancing and catching up on my reading."
"How about at dance?"
"We just dance we don't really talk to much."
"That's not good a young lady needs to have a social life. You'll get nowhere Aristalyn with no social connections." Her Uncle Edward said in the same smug tone he says everything in. "Yes your quite right Uncle Edward I will try making friends tomorrow."
"Good and eat your vegetables, you need strong body to be a good dancer." Arista just held her tongue through the whole conversation.
That night she went out onto her balcony to read another book. She thought of what friends she could make at dance, she knew she couldn't tell them about Spot and he probably didn't think she was a friend of his anyway. Looking up at the pitch dark sky she saw a narrow blurr of light.
"Shooting Star" she closed her eyes and made a wish.
(A/N: SORRY IT'S A LITTLE SHORT)