Yes i'm still on hiatus on "You Belong With Me" I know what i want to happen but the words aren't just coming to me.
Sorry for the shortness. It's part 1. Part 2 should be coming soon.
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Lanababe
"Thou art my hiding place and my shield: I hope in thy word."
It had all started about a year ago, my dad Charlie had been assigned a horrific triple homicide that happened so close to us, it was frightening. Three teenage girls were found mutilated and strewn across the floor in a bloody mess at the ballet studio a couple of blocks from our house. The parents and locals were up in arms about it, how could something so terrifying happen in such a peaceful neighbourhood?
I was shocked to the core. These girls had been my friends for years; I was supposed to meet them at the ballet studio on the night they had been murdered. It could have been me as well. Why wasn't it me as well? Claudie, Jessie and Sam were all beautiful, friendly and well liked. They had so much going for them, they deserved this life so much more than I ever could.
At the funeral, I could not cry. I sat there, blankly staring straight ahead. I willed the tears to come but they did not. I became a mess, not eating properly not sleeping properly. My grades dropped dramatically and I pushed everyone close to me away, I just wanted to be alone.
That was when I met him.
It was a couple of months after the murders, my dad still working aggressively to find the culprit but with no leads and no witnesses it was hard to track what had happened. I began taking nightly walks, a cure for my boredom and insomnia. They allowed me to think in earnest, without my mum appraising my every movement.
On the night I met James I was walking down my street edging closer to my block when I felt a prickly feeling at the back of my neck. I turned around cautiously having the weird feeling that someone was watching me, I shook it off and hurried my pace. Further down a street I could make out the outline of a boy around my age walking towards me. I felt uneasy, my hands closing around the pepper spray my dad insisted I take at all times just in case. The boy approached me and smiled showing a row of pearly white teeth.
"Are you Bella?" He asked, hands in his pockets giving me an appraising look.
"Why? Who wants to know?" I squeaked, putting on a false bravado.
"I knew Claudie." He replied, shifting his weight from one foot to the other.
"Oh."
"If it makes you feel any better, I want to catch the son of a bitch probably as much as you do."
I was caught off guard. Usually people gave me the sympathetic look and told me how sorry they were, however this boy just came right out and said it. That proclamation won me over and we became fast friends. If I had've known then, what I know now about him I would have run the other way screaming at the sight of him.
Unfortunately I didn't, my mother always said I was too trusting of people.
She was right, Oh how she was right.