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It's DropTopping(dot)tumblr(dot)com. Well sorry for the lack of updates! School's getting tougher and tougher lately, so I need to catch up and get hustling! I am entering Calvin College Youth Writing Festival at my school, and I hope that I'm one of the 12 that get chosen! So here's the next chapter! Enjoy!

He's pinning me against the grass and I'm suffocating.

"Get off of me!" I screamed, my voice muffled against the ground.

"Not until you shut up and answer my questions!" He shouts back, his voice raising higher and higher, his tone becoming harsher.

I'm wrestling him and pushing him with all my might, but no matter what I tried, I couldn't get him off of me. His body was too strong, even for me, and I just couldn't unpin myself. I tried grabbing his neck and twisting him, but his hands snatched me up before I could do anything. I'm still on the ground kicking and punching and thrashing wildly as he held me down. He flips me over and his lips are dangerously close to mine.

I look up at his green eyes and they were just so hypnotizing. The sun falls behind him, and blue skies background his face. It was like a perfect picture, a memory; that I would always remember.

"Cammie! Listen to me!" His voice cuts into my eardrums. I didn't know why, but my body became suddenly paralyzed, I stop fighting, and just laid there, listening to him.

"Tell me," He whispers sharply, "Where did you learn how to run like that? Who taught you all those fighting moves?"

I'm speechless, I have no idea what to say. Even though Mommy told me not to tell anyone anything, it was just the way his eyes stared down at me that I started to break.

"I take Karate down-town and my aunt really loves running," The words were just spilling and spilling out of my mouth, and I just couldn't stop, "I can read chapter books, like really, really big books and I know what they mean and how to pronounce them and I can do long division and say the periodic element table and calculate advanced physics in my head and I can speak fluent French and German and I'm learning Hebrew and I can write as fast as I can speak and, and.." I'm practically out of breath, saying all the things that's been shoved up inside my little life for so long, that I finally explode.

Zach studies me for a second, his mouth half gaping, and his face completely shocked. He slowly gets up and reaches out his hand for me. I hesitate before grabbing it, and he helps me up on my feet.

He just looks at me REAAAL slow and he didn't reply at all. A glint of acknowledgement sparkled in his eyes. The funny thing is? He hasn't let go of my hand yet. My hand was tucked inside his big, strong palm. It was warm, and made my whole body feel like it was on fire. There was this weird tingling feeling when the places we touched, that just made me snap out of reality. At that moment, I never wanted to let go. Never. Ever.

In silence, he leads me across the field, over the bridge, and back into the school building. As we approach the door that took us out, Zach pushes against the handles, but it wouldn't budge.

"We're locked in," He said for the first time in forever, "Great, just… great."

Zach lets go of my hand and I felt as if something got sucked out of me, like maybe a piece of me was missing or something. I longed for him, and found myself reaching for his hand at times.

He looks around the empty lot around us, presses his ear against the cold, black door and he stands like that for a really long time.

Suddenly, Zach pops his head back up,

"Cammie!" He screams, pointing to the empty lot behind me in alarm, "Look! Hurry!"

I shot myself around tuning my entire body. It was empty. There were no cars, the whole town was deserted. The playground was kid-less, and I was looking at…. nothing.

"W-wait, Zach, there's noth-" I turn back to face him again.

There he was, his back leaning against the door, his arms crossed him front of him, and a slight smirk slashed across his face. The door was open.

"I could not believe you fell for that," He says with a slight chuckle.

The locked door was open. It was open. OHMYGOSH IT WAS OPEN!

"W-w… what? How? When? What did you do? How did you do that?" I'm bedazzled, I knew for sure the back door was only opened if you were from the inside, and I'm pretty positive that Zach was outside. How did he get that door open? A hint of suspicion grew over me like moss.

"A magician never tells his secret," He replies smoothly. And with that, he turns around, and starts walking back down the hall.

"You comin'?" He shouts from the doorway. Slowly, and tiredly, I trudge through the doorway and headed towards the classroom with him. I ran up to Zach, and found myself reaching for his hand again, but stopped myself halfway.

"Wait," I said, as it finally hit me like a bullet. I stopped dead, "What are we suppose to tell Mrs. Wieber? WE LEFT WITHOUT PERMISSION!" Oooohhh noo… my clean record will now be demolished! I cannot believe we left this building without permission!

Zach just looks at me REAL slow and a small smirk spreads across his face again. He stuffs his hands into his pockets and started walking slowly, pulling me along with him.

"Don't worry about it," He says calmly, "I'll take care of everything," and with that, he stops smirking, his joyous expression now gone, and his face becomes idle again once more.