Rebekah stared out the window and watched her new neighborhood go past her.
*****Rebekah's fantasy world*****
Marcella pulled away before Raul's lips touched hers. She turned to the window overlooking the garden full of every flower that had ever existed.
"Marcella?" he asked.
"Raul, we can't keep doing this," she said.
"Doing what?"
She turned toward him, a lock of hair falling in her face. "We can't keep up with the love that we have for each other," she said.
"Why not?" Raul asked.
"Because I'm leaving," Marcella replied.
"Leaving?" he asked. "Where?"
"They wouldn't tell me," she said. "Just that I was leaving."
*****Back to reality*****
"Rebekah," Ezekiel snapped. "We're here."
Rebekah turned and glared at her brother for waking her up, but when she looked past him she saw a boy leaning against the school, dressed in black jeans and a t-shirt, with his backpack slung over one shoulder. Was it…no, it couldn't have been Raul.