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"Eli? Would you like to read your first?"

I shot my glance up to Mrs. Dawes as she held her signature smile on her lips. That's alright, I'm not nervous. I am a Goldsworthy.

Slowly I walked to the front of the classroom and shakily brought the paper into my sight.

"You, see. I've never actually had a great experience in my life; everything has just been a blur. You might have expected me to have had a truly frightening event occur in my years...not just yet. Until around a week ago. I thought it was impossible and unrealistic to have had the best experience in my life at such a young age. I was wrong though. Would you like to know why I describe it as frightening? She changes everything. It started at a wedding and continued throughout the night. I wasn't sure if it was the way my large hands were made to fit perfectly secure on her dainty waist, or just the way she was. Maybe it was just me, the way she crinkles her nose at the smell or sight of something horrid. The way she giggles at absolutely nothing at all. How her red hair fits her style perfectly. Being myself, smug, dark, creepy... never in forever would I describe something so perfect? I could look into those blue eyes forever. Like pools of teal blue ice, they were. She is innocent and sweet, exactly my opposite...but I like it. She won't tell you when she's mad, or ever feeling doubtful, but I know. In such a short period of time, it's hard to beleive it only took two weeks to know her. To love her. She's adventurous and crazy, but it's all the things like that that make me love her all so much more. Now you see, this essay is different. It's not one that explains to you a dislike, or one that even tells a story. Not one that uses fancy words to describe something, or one that even has proper english. Because the girl in my dreams. The girl in my thoughts. Deserve more than a few large words and a boring prefix. It simply wouldn't do her justice. Why, I bet your wondering right now. Who is this girl, and why is he so head over heels for her,Why I might just call her The Change...or I could always call her by her first name...Clare Edwards. That is what frightens me, that I may truly be in deep terrifying love."

As soon as I finished reading, I didn't look at the audience, or Mrs. Dawes, neither Adam...but Clare. She had a look of shock on her face; it was good though, because that's exactly what I was aiming for. I smiled and nodded signaling to everyone that it was finished. They of course all acted like no one had ever written something sweet about a girl before. I didn't care though; I saw it too in Clare's eyes. We tuned out their annoying "Aww's" and "He's so sweet to her!" to look at each other and realize one thing we both knew. Love.

I made my way over to Clare's desk and brought her up by her wrist.

She smiled. I smiled. We both knew it was bound to happen.

At the speed of light we rushed into each other, connecting our lips in a fast furious pace. I coiled my tongue over hers as her hands went onto the back of my head. Fireworks. Bliss. Love. Is all that shot through our minds. My buff arms found there way to the small of Clare's back pulling her torso to touch mine. Her mouth was sweet and delicious where mine I knew was salty and sour. But she liked it. She wanted more, we couldn't get enough.

We realized that we were standing in the middle of our classroom, with dozens of horny teenagers watching us eat each others face.

Our lips disconnected making a loud pop.

"Eli..."

"Yeah?"

"Never be afraid to step out of your comfort zone..."

Smirk.

Yes. This one was much shorter than the last and don't be mad, but I just wanted to update and let you know what his assignment was…if I wasn't obvious enough in my last update. Anyways, hope you enjoy! Give me ideas if you want this story to continue! Love Alison!