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10 Years later

BEEP BEEP

An alarm clock blares.

"Get up it's time for school."

A moan issued from a lump of purple covers. Then a tremor ran through them as the person beneath them moved under them. Again, a moan emitted from the covers, defiant to the order given.

"Its 7:30 Sonya, you need to get up now." Another moan is issued.

"Lemme alone mom, I'm getting up." The girl moaned as she got out of her bed.

Her raven black hair was tussled till she ran her hand through it as she got out of bed. She groaned as her feet touched her cold, hard wooden floor of her room. Rubbing the sleep from her eyes and pushing medium length hair out of her eyes, she stumbled toward the bathroom across the hall. She then took a cold shower to wake her up and succeeded at freezing herself in the process. She dried her hair so that it was mostly dry, yet still damp. She slide over to her stereo and turned it on. Dashboard Confessional blared as she sought out clothes for the day. She chooses a pair of navy jeans and a black tee shirt. After the clothes she put in her eyebrow ring and 6 earrings. A chocker adorned her neck as a dozen jelly bracelets adorned her wrist. She then put on brown eye shadow and crimson lipstick. Sonya then walked over, turned off the stereo and made a bee-line to the kitchen as she put on her shoes. The shadows followed her as she finished her daily routine. The shadows were following her floating, flying, all around her. It was something that had happened all her life, ever since she could remember. She ignored them as she did the annoying people at her school.

"Sonya Marie hurry up. School." A voice rang out

"I'm here mom. No worries." Sonya said as she ran down the last three stairs.

"Well I have to otherwise you would always be late for school. Know that dear. It's a motherly instinct." The lady smiles pushing her jet black hair out of her face as she leans in for a hug from her daughter.

Sonya hugged her mom and places a kiss on her weathered cheek. She looked at the clock and quickly picked up a muffin to eat on her way to school. She picked up her black skateboard as she gave her mom a hug good-bye then ran out the door to school. Once on the way to school she started to skate as she plugged into her music. Dashboard Confessional blared as she rode down the sidewalk to school 5 blocks away. As she rode past one house a boy rode out and caught up with her. He was wearing black roller blades.

"Ahh the lovely Sonya must have slept in….again." the boy said sarcastically raising an eyebrow.

"Umm…yeah. The alarm clock didn't go off. It's not my fault Jared. Well maybe it was my fault. I went to bed at 12 'cause of the butt load of homework we had. Patricks gave us so much. Jeez." Sonya complained and blushed at the same time as her friend messed up her still damp hair.

"I know but still. Never mind, I wonder if Devon is goin' to ride with us to school." Jared turned around and skated backwards. "Well speak of the devil. Hey what's up Dev?" Jared smacked the Asian kid on the back as he turned around again.

"Hey. You wake up late again Sonya? Nothin' much is happening here Jared." he rode up on his bike becoming level with his friends his brown hair flipping in the breeze.

"Yes sadly. But it's not my fault. I blame it on Patricks butt load of homework." she replied as she boosted her speed.

"I can vouch for that. That homework took me hours." Devon complained. "Race ya to school." He yelled as he torn down the sidewalk toward the school at the end of the block.

"No fair!" Jared and Sonya cried in unison tearing down the street after him.

Sonya sped up fast enough to pass Jared and close in on Devon. She began to pass him up as she turned and stuck her tongue out at him. He did the same but his tongue was pierced with a barbell. A bench appeared in her path and she jumped over it landing in front of her wide eyed friend. She then put on a last burst of speed and fell onto the grass in front of her school. She then rolled to her side laughing then she saw a shadow take a form. A laughing pair of deep stone gray eyes, a smiling face, dirty blonde hair falling into those laughing eyes. She blinked, and the shadow was gone but that face was still in her mind

"Jeez your pretty fast Son for a girl I mean." Devon said falling onto the ground beside her, receiving a punch for what he said.

"Yeah, you beat me and Devon, even though he had a 2 second head start." Jared fell beside her, panting as he took off his blades.

"Well I have been practicing kind of. I raced against Tony Mitchell all weekend. I got better and now I can beat both of you. Ha." Sonya laughed mocking the boys

Both boys groaned as they tackled the girl lying on her back. Sounds of laughter rang out from the mass of flying hair, flailing limbs, and the occasional sound of flesh hitting flesh. Sonya came out on top as she held both boys in head locks. She then let them got. After trying to stare her down, a pair of emerald green and brown eyes filled with laughter instead of mock anger. Laughing they began to realize how stupid the situation was, two masculine guys getting beat by a slight but very fit teenaged woman.

The first bell telling everyone that school was officially open rang. The trio jumped up and hastily grabbed their belongings. Sonya grabbed her skateboard and messenger bag. Devon moved his bike to the rack and picked up his backpack. Jared picked up his bag and stuffed his skates into them switching to black sneakers. Finally, they were ready for school.

Sonya went to her locker and stuffed her skateboard and bag into it. Then she got her books for the first and second block. The books included: note books, agenda, portfolio, class books, and Fearing the Shadows. She then stopped at locker 623, Jesse's locker to drop a note. The day went came and went as usual with the exception of one thing. All day she thought of that mysterious face she saw in that shadow earlier. She thought about it all through biology, computer literature, and math.

Mr. Jones was explaining a complicated math problem on the board as she drew the mysterious face on her homework. The picture was of his head and the surroundings. She made sure he had those laughing, deep, mysterious eyes. Alaina, the girl next to Sonya, looked over her shoulder and said the guy looked really cute. Then Mr. Jones finished the problem.

"Now Miss Flint…Miss Flint?" he asked in his usual monotonous voice.

"Huh? Oh sorry Mr. J. What did you ask?" Sonya asked after being nudged in the ribs but Alaina

"Can you tell me the answer to this problem Miss Flint?" Mr. Jones asked

Glancing at the problem on the board she answered." X has to be equal to pie times the square root of 32 plus 152 square. Then x will equal 0 which solves the problem" she said as she went back to her drawing.

"Right…now I want... wait. That was the correct answer. I...um... don't know what to say. Well done Miss Flint." Mr. Jones flustered

"How did you do that Sonya?" Alaina asked

"Do what? Answer that problem? Ummm…I...uhh. Lucky guess." Sonya replied as she went on with her drawing.

Soon everyone was asking her do their homework. But she had to decline because she was late for class. Ms. Patricks was the one of the most evil teachers in the entire school and the hardest. She was the English teacher. She made projects be due the next day like the one they had to do last night. Write their version of Shakespeare's sonnet #138 and turn it in the next day or write a poem of our own with rhyme. Sonya chose to write the poem but she had the hardest time with the rhyming.

Maybe the reason she wrote the poem was because of the crying she had heard the night before. Maybe it was because she had cried her last night because someone close to her was hurt. Or because in a weird way she was crying everyday since she was born. Ever since she could remember she had this feeling or overwhelming sadness that filled her soul and mind. She tried to ignore it but the only way she could get over the feeling was to write it down on paper. This time the overwhelming feeling was the deep sadness of crying

Cry

The tears are falling, as you cry

Trust her and pray that you stay alive

She'll betray, no hesitation, to dull the pain

Because the heart you see has already been claimed

So who will save your soul tonight?

Will you give up without a fight?

She's a shattered doll because of this siege

Stick around, pick up the pieces

And cry

Her eyes are so cold, like freezing rain

Hold her tight to stop the pain

The unblinking stare, feelings hidden

By love, the poison, she's been bitten

So cry the tears, for her, for you

The wall against you, try to break through

She'll keep you out, unless you force

It's the only way to stop her course

Of self-destruction

So who will save your soul tonight?

Will you give up without a fight?

She's a shattered doll because of this siege

Stick around, pick up the pieces

And cry

Sonya was one of the few people who actually turned the paper in because students made up excuses about their homework. The bell rang and the school let out. Thank goodness it was Thursday. She rode home with Devon and Jared, they had organized an exchanged of rides for over the weekend. So it would be that Sonya had Jared skates, Devon had her skateboard and Jared had Devon's bike. Once she got home she did her Pre-Calculus, reading, and English homework. She put on Disturbed and danced around her room for hours. Sonya ate London broil and fried rice for supper with her mother. She took a hot shower, put of a tank, shorts, after all that she jumped onto her bed and started to read Fearing the Shadows.

The boy screamed in terror as the shadows enveloped his small frame. The boy was afraid and the shadows fed off that fear. The more he feared the larger the shadows got. He tired to fight the shadows. He thought of lights, angels, and his girlfriend at her house. That made the shadows angry. They began to choke the life from the boy. He fought back even though darkness tinted the edges of his vision. HE couldn't get enough oxygen to breathe. That was it…he was going to die in the hands of his worst fear… the shadows. Then he thought of her…blonde hair, bright, blue eyes, her gentle lips on his. It gave him the energy he needed to break free from the shadows. The shadows scattered as he broke free from their bonds. He called upon his personal angel to help him. She flew into the room her sword was drawn, one shadow took its true form. It became a hideous beast, pus seeping from numerous pores, greasy black hair was matted on its head, talons flexed on it freakish hands. The battle ensued, the angel was taking blows as well as giving back the same but more powerful. She took her sword, swung it around her head and sliced the demons head right off its hideous body. The remnants of the beast flew out of the room in fear.

The angel collapsed to the floor and the boy ran to her side. With his powers he healed her marred body to its original form. He had healed the wounds but the pain would eventually subside. With difficulty the angel sat in an upright position and touched the boys face gingerly. He flinched at the touch and noted that blood was one her fingers, his own blood. It came from where the shadows had tried to suffocate him. He touched the wound with his fingers, closing the wound with his powers. Then he hugged the angel.

He nodded to her as she looked lovingly into his eyes. She then vanished into the air but she wasn't gone forever. She would return when ever the boy needed her. She would always be at his side no matter what. But there would be one time that she wouldn't be able to make it to him in time. It might even cost him his life.

Sonya had fallen asleep after se had read that last sentence. Her head resting on book keeping her place. Her hair was covering the pages of the book as her hand marked the last sentence she read. As she slept she dreamed of that face she saw that morning. This is what happened in the dream.

A voice is the fog sounded out. It was a male's voice, deep, rich, with a thick Spanish accent. The voice was also very masculine yet young. A body came out of the fog, tall, tan, and all around handsome. He had dirty blonde hair with bright high lights from the sun, those some laughing stone gray eyes as before, his eyes almond shaped and adorable, his hair was falling into his eyes making them look almost cat like. His body was well toned; he had strong arm, calf, and stomach muscles. He was the epitome of the perfect guy in the world. He was no older than she, so he must have been 15.

At the same time as he was walking out of the fog he was speaking. The words rang out clear as a bell and echoed through the room. He was reciting a poem, one Sonya had never heard of before. It went something like this

I want some where, some where I can be.

Alone in silence where no one can see.

Away from peering eyes,

Someplace hidden in the skies.

Not in the darkness, or in the light

Just some place, someplace just right.

Just right for me and no one else

So that no one can find me, no one or else

A place with rooms just like the sea

A place where I can drink cold tea

A quiet place hidden by trees

Some place right by the seas

By the seas of rolling clouds

Always silent never loud

Rolling, tumbling with glee

Amusement just for me

All I want is some where no one can see

Just a quiet place

Some where just for me.

The boy moved closer to Sonya, so close that she could reach out and touch his angelic face,

"Sonya… you saw me today for the first time… it won't be the last. My name is Christopher Alejandro Sanchez. I will always be there when you call. Remember Sonya… remember." Christopher touched her mind as he spoke…sadness tinted his voice.

Sonya finally understood why she felt sad all the time. She took off running after him as he walked away. She wanted answers… it was all too surreal. It was just like the boy in Fearing the Shadows. She wanted answers but he was already gone and she was left in the swirling fog.

Sonya woke up breathless. 'So his name was Christopher' she thought.

There is the 2nd chapter. Please review. Cry is by Kat Rowan Kamara. And thanks to Celebdil-Glalad and Tin for review. Marie