Saturday, May 30, 2009
I Hate You. Really? I Love You. part 2
Friday, May 29, 2009
My Life: If I Was In Charge part 1
Be Careful What You Wish For
“Everyone has this world inside their minds where everything they could possibly want is real. But think about it: If you have 500 doughnuts, you’re gonna get a stomachache.”
-Me
There was just something about her. When I looked at her, I couldn’t get myself to look away. Of course she was beautiful, but it wasn’t like the other girls were less attractive than her. She was so determined. When she wanted to make a statement, she didn’t hesitate. People would make fun of her for her strong opinions that a lot of people disagreed with, but if I really thought about it, everything she said had good morals. They were just things that people wanted to deny were the truth. She was a very strong Christian, and she flaunted it. She wore a purity ring and glared at people when they cussed. But then, right when you’re starting to think she’s this strong independent girl who doesn’t care what anybody says, she turns into this innocent little screw-up who can’t walk on a flat surface or catch a ball from a foot away. She was so confusing! And then I’d be sitting there and look up at her, and she’d be staring at me. And then she’d look away. And then the next time I looked up, she’d be staring at me again. So of course that would make me think she liked me, but then later when she’s with her friends she’d make fun of me and laugh at me! What am I supposed to make of that?!
My friends hated him. He was a jerk, he was annoying, he was a pervert, he was just altogether...bad. And at first I agreed with them. Being the innocent pure girl that I am, of course I would hate him. But then one day, I looked at him as I would in someone else’s body, and I saw the beauty there. I know, that’s totally shallow. But, I can just tell, somewhere under all that muck the world has thrown on him is a good person. Somewhere down there...deep... I also had dreams about him. One night I just went to sleep, and there he was, my knight in shining armor, (well, not literally,) and in my mind now he’s the guy from those dreams. I’ve seen what most girls might never see: a him without all the bad stuff. A him that’s a good person. And I know somehow that the guy from my dreams is in him somewhere...deep down... I mean honestly, can you blame the guy? Look at the world he lives in. Look at the movies, the TV, the books, the PEOPLE. In their minds, most guys think the way he does, they just don’t express it orally. Sometimes I’ll be just leaning back against something and then all the sudden I’m imagining that he’s sitting there behind me with his arms around me. That whatever I’m leaning against is actually him. And it feels real. It feels AMAZING. Girls want guys to express their feelings. Guys want other things. Girls just need to face the facts: guys do not have a female mind, and they NEVER will. Oh and of course you’ll find someone who seems like the perfect guy, he likes you for who you are, he doesn’t think of you that away, and he’s just altogether amazing, and then you’ll find out he’s gay. Face it girls: they’re all the same.
When she’s with her friends, its like I’m a different guy or something. In one class she’s staring at me and helping me with my homework and all that, and then once she’s with her friends again she’s making fun of me TO MY FACE and laughing at me. What’s up with that? I thought GUYS were supposed to be the ones who acted different in front of their friends. That’s just whacked.
Have you ever listened to a song and just closed you eyes and imagined that you were at a dance or something dancing to the song with the guy you like? Yeah well, I have. Multiple times.
To be continued...
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Down There (sequel to unpublished 'Up Here') part 1
I popped my gum and threw my bag onto the table. “That @#%. I can’t believe him,” Tiffany said. I twisted my mouth at her words. My youth pastor had just been talking to us about how cursing was wrong, and that the bible itself said so. I popped my bubble again. But that didn’t matter here. Here was not youth group. Here I was my own individual person who totally fit in with the crowd. I popped my gum again. “Seriously, that kid has some major problems,” I put in. Tiffany reached over and popped my bubble before I could do it myself. “Stop being a freak,” she said. “What, now popping my gum makes me a freak?” I replied. Tiff rolled her eyes, “No, but popping your gum five hundred times in ten seconds does.” Tiff got deeper into her conversation with Cynthia about Jonathan. She acted like I wasn’t there. I turned to Jordan, who was trying to finish his math homework. “Hey Jordan, could I borrow a pencil?” I asked. Jordan looked up and handed me the pencil he was using. “Pathetic, Jordan,” I said, “see, this is why you’re doing your homework during lunch in the first place.” Miranda glared at me with a “don’t TALK to my MAN” kind of look. Seriously, Miranda was getting way overprotective of this guy. He was probably finishing his homework in school because Miranda called him every five minutes. Not even kidding, I went to her house one time, and she literally called him, then stared at the clock for five minutes, then called him again. She kept doing that for about an hour. “Miranda is seriously getting annoying with this whole obsession with Jordan,” I whispered into Cammy’s ear, “I bet she like, bribed him or something to get him to ask her out.” Cammy giggled. Then Cameron walked by and stopped by me. “Hey Caitlin,” he said, “What’s up?” I caught my breath. Man that boy was gorgeous. “Not much. Why do you ask?” I said casually, trying to hide the southern accent that slipped into my voice every time I got nervous. “Well, I was wondering if you’d want to be my date for the prom,” Cameron said. Cammy nudged me and winked. “Sure,” I squeezed out. “Cool. See ya later Caitlin.”
Caitlin is just your ordinary teenage girl. Every Saturday night, she goes to youth group and thinks about changing her ways to be more like Jesus. But by Monday morning, her life is back to normal. Caitlin is in the hottest clique in the school, she’s going out with her super gorgeous crush Cameron, and Tiffany is acting like her best friend again. Everything is totally fixing up. Until Caitlin hears about Wendy. Wendy always went to youth group. She was really shy, but she always knew the answer in youth group. Caitlin hadn’t even known that Wendy went to her school until she heard the news. Wendy had killed herself. Caitlin couldn’t figure it out. Sure her school life wasn’t top notch, but Wendy had never really seemed to care about that. She was really popular with the church kids, unlike Caitlin, who was the total outcast with them. So why had Wendy killed herself? The youth pastor said that our lives aren’t fulfilled without God. But Wendy had God! She was an expert on God! So why had she done it?
Caitlin goes to Sheeba, Wendy’s old best friend, and asks her if she knows. Sheeba doesn’t go to Pallington High. She goes to a private Christian school called “Ettah Christian”, same as most of the kids in youth group. So of course Sheeba is a private school prep who thinks public schools are filled with druggies and horrible sinners or whatever. Sheeba says that maybe Wendy didn’t have the environment she wanted. “Surrounded by all these non Christian evildoers,” Sheeba says. Spoken like a true prep. But maybe Sheeba is right. When Caitlin goes back to school after spring break, once all the freaking out about Wendy is basically over, she starts noticing things about her friends, enemies, even her boyfriend; that she had either never noticed, or just ignored before. Sheeba was right. No wonder Wendy couldn’t stand living with this. Caitlin’s starting to doubt how she has lived with this through all these years.
And then she meets him.
Peter Cambridge.
And he shows her what she’s been missing. He shows her how to take care of herself. He kicks Cameron right out the door. But he’s not willing to take Cameron’s place. He’ll stand inside the house, but he’s never willing to stand on the doorstep. And maybe Caitlin isn’t really willing to let him stand there, either. Maybe Cameron was a pushover and she didn’t notice. Cameron sometimes made her feel uncomftorable. But Peter makes her feel like everything is going to be all right. Because Peter knows Jesus. And Cameron and Jesus are complete strangers.
To be continued...
© 2009
Thursday, May 28, 2009
I Hate You. Really? I Love You. part 1
Road Trip part 1
Suicide
A Midsummer Day's Dream part 1
Chapter One: Hermia, meet Lysander
(Hermia/Rain)
I waded into the pond and watched as the tiny silver fish swam around my feet. I could feel their slimy tails brushing against my toes and my ankles. The water was freezing cold. I couldn’t step farther into the water or my silk dress would get ruined. I leaned down and rinsed off my wounded arm in the water. The cut was deep and at least four inches long. I watched as my blood mixed in with the water. Then I stepped out of the pond and walked over to the rock where I had left my sweater. I put my sweater on to cover up my wound. If John saw the injury, who knows what he would do. I slipped my black ballet flats onto my feet and walked up to my home.
I saw a young boy leaning on a tree as I was walking down the path. He couldn’t have been much older than me. I envied him, being able to sit there and relax without a care in the world. He startled me when he suddenly looked up and said, “Is there something I can do for you ma’am?”
“I uh...”
“Its just that I saw you eyeing me and I was wonderin’ what a pretty young lady like you was doin’ walkin’ around all by ‘er lonesome,” he said before I was able to respond thoroughly. I straightened me back, “I can not be more than half year younger than you, sir.” He stood up, “Yes I know that. But it seems that I ain’t a lady. And I ain’t by my lonesome.” His face was inches from mine. I caught my breath as he stared intently at me with his big, beautiful blue eyes. “Wha-what do you mean you’re not alone?” I stuttered, temporarily flustered by the closeness of his face to mine. He came closer to my face and I took a step backward. “She’s with me,” he said, pointing his thumb in the direction of the tree. I looked toward the tree and saw no one. “Who?” I asked. “The tree,” he said as he walked back over to the tree and patted its bark. “This tree here.” Confused, I replied simply with, “I must go. My...husband is waiting for me.” It still discomforted me calling John my husband. His eyes widened as I started to walk away. “At such a young age?” asked with a shocked voice. I simply nodded and kept walking. “But you don’t like it,” he added with a smirk in his voice. I turned toward him, “I hate it.” He smiled, and I turned and kept walking.
“Hello darling. Where have you been?”
“I...went go pick some berries.”
“Where are the berries?”
“I ate them.”
“Never heard that one before,” he said sarcastically. “Go start dinner.”
“Who are you to order me?” I replied. He stared at me, “I am your husband!”
“You are my forced conjoined male being of whom I was conjoined with in order to pull my family out of economical trouble. You are NOT my husband,” I replied. “And you, on the other hand, are my wife of whom I married because you are beautiful and your parents strongly wanted me to be your husband. Now go start dinner,” he retorted. I fumed off to the kitchen. I lit the oven and put the meat into a pot full of water, which I placed on top of the stove. Then I quickly exited the house through the back door. I climbed up the pile of logs by the side of the house and sat on the roof. Why had this happened to me? What had I done to deserve this? I stared down the hill at the forest pathway. Just then, I saw a boy walking down the pathway away from my home. It must have been the boy I had met on my way home earlier. I imagined the boys beautiful blue eyes...they were like blue pearls. And his teeth were whiter than pearls! He had absolutely exquisite features, but it was not just his features that appealed to me. He talked like a western boy. I had always had a thing for western boys. I could just imagine him in a cowboy hat riding a big black mustang down that path. He would ride up to me and sweep me up onto the horse with him, and we would ride away. Ride away from all the cares and troubles of marriage and adulthood. I would be free...like a girl should be at thirteen. I laid back on the roof and stared up at the darkening sky. Let me just tell you how I got here.
My family and I have lived here in Washington our whole life. This place is beautiful, full of friendly people, and right in the place where my daddy got his job. He owns a little hardware shop. Problem is, my daddy got out of work about a year ago because a bigger, better, and cheaper hardware shop was built right down the road from where my dad’s place is. So for a while my dad tried to farm and sell his produce. Unfortunately, our land isn’t good farming land, and nobody wanted to pay us for the food we attempted to grow. Then, just at the right time, my seventeen year old sister got married, and our family was just good and dandy. Then, sadly, my sister’s husband drowned in the river. We were of course all devastated to lose him, but we were most certainly not in a better financial situation because of this tragic happening. My sister’s husband died before he got the chance to update his will. His family, unfortunately, had never cared for my sister, and they made sure that they took everything that had belonged to their son away from my sister, including the house, the cow, and all the money. My sister moved back in with us, depressed, lonely, and completely broke. Then my father came up with a brilliant idea: marry me off to rich man and put our family back up on their, as my dad calls it “financial feet”. My sister did not approve, and neither did I, but we had no say in the matter. John Sampson, the very wealthy son of Georgina and Jonathon Sampson, volunteered willingly for the job. Many other men volunteered too, but my father decided to choose snotty, self-obsessed John to be my husband, because John was richer than the others and my father was feeling greedy.
On the day of the wedding, my sister ran away from home. But not before she slipped a farewell note into my flower bouquet. On the note, she wrote:
Dearest Rain Dance
I have found that our quaint little home has become too dangerous and depressing for my liking. It has come to my attention that I can go anywhere I want! And so I will. I bid you good luck with your new torture device of a companion. Who knows, maybe he’ ll end up like mine! Was that too harsh?
I honestly understand that you will be very angry with me for leaving you in your time of need, but do believe me, good sister, I have not left you alone. I have left you Peter. You will find out soon enough who he is. Peter will protect you, but I warn you, don’t fall in love with him. Many a girl have made the same mistake and all but one of them have had their hearts broken. The one who didn’t broke his heart in a completely pitiless way. Since her, he has never loved. And darling, he never will. So don’t try it. (Not that you would, seeing as you have such a wonderful companion already.) Once again, I’m very sorry for leaving you at this terrible time, but I could not stay here any longer. I love you dear sister, take care of yourself. Or at least have Peter do it for you.
All my love,
your sister- Jane Tienry
Since I received that letter, I had been searching everywhere for Peter. I couldn’t seem to find him, and I wondered if my sister had made him up.
I sat up on the roof. What if...what if I had met Peter? What if that boy...leaning on the tree...had been Peter? He certainly was one whom I wouldn’t deny many girls would fall for. But if that had been Peter, then...what took him so long? Why had I only met him today? It was all so confusing. Just then, John threw open the back door, “RAIN! YOU GET BACK IN HERE IMMEDIATELY! DO YOU HEAR ME RAIN? I AM COMING OUT TO GET YOU!” My eyes widened as I watched John storm off in the direction of the river. I quickly jumped down from the roof. I glanced over at John as I raced into the house and I saw that he was walking father and farther away from the house and the path I always took. I quickly climbed up into the loft, grabbed my bag, and filled it with all my belongings. This wasn’t hard because my belongings were very few. I ran down into the kitchen and grabbed all the money I could fit in my bag from our money jar. Then I dashed out the back door.
I raced down the path...past the tree where I had met that boy...past the pond...past the place where I had gotten my wound...I stopped running when I remembered my wound. I looked at my arm. The blood was seeping through my sweater! I sat down on a rock on the side of the road and took to treating my wound. I then wrapped it up in gauze and changed my sweater. I put my backpack back on my back and took off back down the road. Three quarters of the way to town, the sky turned pitch black. I kept walking down the path, but eventually I stopped, worrying that I might stray and get lost. I sat down and leaned on a large boulder. My arm stung like I had been attacked by thousands of bees. I tried not to react. I tried to sleep. But eventually I found myself screaming out for help unconsciously and wheezing from the pain of my injury. It had not hurt this much when it first happened!
I woke up laying in a bed with brown covers. It was morning, I could tell that by the light pouring in from a window and the sound of the birds singing outside. I started to sit up but then my arm started stinging again. I cringed and wheezed. “Wait just a minute, and I’ll help you get rid of that pain,” a voice said. I gritted my teeth together and squinted my eyes closed. “Whe-where am I?” I asked through my teeth. “You’re in my guest room.”
“Who are you?”
“I’m Peter.” Peter. Peter, the man who my sister had assigned to be my body guard. I leaned back against the bed. “Hello Peter,” I sighed. “Do you know me?” he asked with curiosity in his voice. I heard his footsteps as he entered the room, but I did not see him because of my closed eyes. “My sister told me that she assigned you to protect me,” I replied. He laughed, “Well, yes, but I’m obviously not doing a very good job considering your condition right now.”
“I’m ok...” I said as I opened my eyes. I gasped. It was him! The boy I had met on the path! “you...” I whispered. he smiled and sat down in a chair near my head. His face was inches from mine again. “Me,” he whispered. I jumped out of bed on the opposite side of where he was sitting. He looked at me with a confused expression. “What are you doing?” he asked. “I’m getting out bed. I injured my arm, not my whole body,” I replied. He smiled, “Well then!” He laughed, “Most ladies would just stay in bed and moan all day with that large of a wound!” I smiled, “I’m not like most ladies.”
“Certainly not. Most ladies aren’t married at your age. And ‘specially not to someone they don’t love.” I frowned, “It was arranged,” I replied. “For money reasons I’m guessing?”
“For financial reasons, yes.”
“You don’t have to go and use big words like financial around here,” he replied. I grinned, “Habit.” He started walking out of the room and followed him into the kitchen. “Yes, well, since you’re up and out of bed, I’m expecting you won’t be needing that pain killer anymore,” he said. I frowned, “No, I certainly would still like pain killer, please.” He chuckled, “Aw yes, I was expectin’ that you’d say that. Even a brave girl like yourself don’t like pain.”
“Oh, and you do?”
“No, definitely not. Did I say I did?” he replied. I put on a confused expression, “No, but...” He chuckled, “Aw, I’m just teasing ya’. No need to get all worked up. Let me get that pain killer for you.”
I sat down at a kitchen table and watched as he rummaged through his cupboards. He took a out a bottle with some herbs crushed and mixed together in it. “I always use this on me. Works almost instantly!” he said. He brought the bottle over to me and rubbed it gently onto my arm. “Won’t that infect the wound?” I asked. He shook his head, “Nah. I just put it around the wound. Not on it.”
“Then how does it stop the pain?”
“That’s for me to know, and you not to find out. I worked a long time to figure this out.”
“I see. How do you know so much about this stuff?” I asked. He smiled, “I studied to be a doctor. And I could have been one too, a real good one.”
“Really? What stopped you?” I asked. He frowned, “Mary Goy.”
“Mary Goy? Who’s that?” I asked. He frowned and didn’t reply. I blushed, “Never mind. None of my business.”
“She was the girl who took love away from me,” he said, staring at me, “I haven’t been able to fall in love since her.”
Oh. So Mary Goy was the one girl whose heart he didn’t...accidently break. I tried to imagine her. Beautiful? What color hair? What about her eyes? “Well, that should do it. Your arm should stop hurtin’ in a few minutes.”
“Thanks...”
“Mhm.”
“Peter?” I asked. He turned to face me, “Yes?”
“Why did you agree to protect me?” He blushed lightly. “I uh...used to know you.”
“What? Really? When?”
“You were uh...very young. Probably eight years.”
“...tell me what happened.”
“Well...we were at school. You were new and kids were ya’ know, pickin’ on ya’ and all that, and I saw you run off campus and into the forest. I...followed you. I uh...kinda felt this pull in my body that told me to follow you. I felt kinda...you know...defensive and uh protective of you. So I uh followed you into the forest. You just kept running and running! Eventually you stopped and crawled up in front of a log. I went over and scooped you up into my arms...you were very light. You cried into my chest and you said to me “Never leave me! Don’t...don’t go...” I didn’t know what to do. After that day you always kinda avoided me, I think you were embarrassed. But I uh...always kinda followed you. That feeling of protectiveness over you never really went away. I felt possessive of you...I felt...I dunno’. So I’ve really always been...uh...protectin’ you. It was sorta’ part of the reason Mary...you know. So when your sister asked me to protect you, I had no problem with it.” By the time he finished his story, I was staring at him with wide eyes. “Th-that was y-ou?” I asked in shock. He blushed more, “Um...yea.” I looked away from him and stared at the floor. He started to walk out of the room. “Thank you,” I whispered. He turned to me. I looked up at his face with tears in my eyes, “Thank you for protecting me.” He stared at me and I stared right back. If it had been anyone else at any other time, I would have looked away and been blushing by now. But I just kept staring. He looked away eventually, “Don’t thank me,” he said as he stared at the ground with his hands stuffed into his pockets, “I would’ve stopped by now if I could,” he said as he smiled at me. “What do you mean?” I asked as I wiped the tears away from under my eyes. “I’m a very obedient kinda guy. You told me to stay with ya’, so thats what I’m doin’.”
“Oh. I see.”
“Yea. So...you wanna take a ride with me?”
“A ride?”
“On my stallion. Well, she’s not a real stallion, but she sure looks like it. She’s a real beauty!” He had a horse. And he was asking me if I wanted to ride on it with him. I almost laughed. “So?” he asked as he flipped his black hair away from his eyes. “Ok. I’ll come.”
“Alrighty then! Boy, I sure am lucky, I get to take a pretty lady on a pretty horse with me!” he chuckled ad he led me to a small barn with a beautiful black horse in it. “Wow...” I gasped as I looked at the beautiful horse. She neighed and jumped, flipping her beautiful black mane in the same way Peter flipped his hair. “Ain’t she a beauty? Her name’s Rain Dance.” he said. I stared at him, once again, with wide eyes. “Rain Dance?”
“Ya. I bought her from an Indian, and he told me that was her name. I thought it was a real nice name, so I didn’t change it,” he said as he patted the horse on the back. I stared at the horse. “Somethin’ wrong?” he asked curiously. I looked over at him, “Uh...no...its just...my name’s Rain...and my sister always calls me Rain Dance.” He widened his eyes, “Really? Wow. Small world, huh?” I nodded my head as I turned my eyes back to the horse. She seemed to be staring right at me. “Shall we go?”
Chapter two: Complications
(Helena/Emma)
I sat down on my porch swing and stared off at the hills. I couldn’t believe everything that was happening! One moment, John and I were smiling, walking everywhere hand in hand, totally in love, another moment I get an invitation in the mail to his wedding to stupid Rain Patson, my so-called best friend! I didn’t understand it. Yes, Rain was certainly beautiful, gorgeous even, but John had never seemed the least bit interested in her before! Then one day her father decides that they need money, and he marries her off to MY John! The one whom I’ve been in love with since I was eight! When I asked Rain how she could do this to me, she looked at me like I was a lunatic, “You think I would EVER do this to you if I had the choice?! I am not the least bit interested in him! I HATE him! You know that! When you started dating him, I told you that I didn’t understand how you could possibly want to date him! Its not my choice!” she said. What did I care what she said? The stupid girl ruined relationships all the time without even realizing that she was doing it! I remembered the time when boy Peter was dating Mary Goy, but it ended painfully for him because Mary saw him following Rain everywhere. I remember when I asked Mary why she had been so cruel to Peter, she replied, “Me, cruel? Its him who is cruel! I gave him my heart and what does he do?! He turns down dates and special occasions because he’s worried that stupid RAIN PATSON is going to get herself into trouble! Well I’m SICK OF HER! She can have him! I’m done with that stupid boy!” I sighed and looked at the path as a woman with a basket of fruit walked down the path. I watched as she disappeared from my view. Then I turned my head to look and see if there was anyone coming from the other direction. I saw a boy and a girl riding a black horse, her arms were wrapped around his stomach and the horse was running very quickly. I watched as they got closer and close to me and then they were right there. Everything seemed to slow as I saw the girl laughing, with her hair flying out behind her, and the boy smiling widely. It was Rain and Peter. I jumped up o say something, but they were already gone. I stared after them, and she howled like a coyote. “WHAT?!” I yelled. “WHAT IS THIS? WHAT IS GOING ON?!” My parents were both out in the field, so they couldn’t hear me yelling. I picked up my dress and ran over to the barn. I got out Jade, our horse, and jumped on her back. I took off after Rain and Peter. They kept going and going, and I suddenly got a brilliant idea...I would go and tell John of their runaway! It was not exactly likely that he would thank me or anything, but at least I would be able to talk to him!
“John!” I yelled as I rode up to his home. He turned quickly and frowned when he saw me, “What do you want, Emma?” he asked as he looked away. I jumped off my horse, tied it to a tree, and ran over to him. “Do you know where Rain is?” I asked. He sighed, “No, obviously not since I’m out here looking for her.”
“I know where she is.” I replied. He turned to stare at me. “What? You do? Where is she?!” he said. I smiled. Yes! I had his attention, and the longer I could keep it, the better. “I...uh...I saw her when I was sitting on my porch swing. I was just sitting there, watching people walk along the path and thinking,”
“Yes, yes! And?”
“And...I...uh...I saw Peter coming up on his horse, he was going very fast,”
“AND?!”
“And...Rain was on the back of the horse, with her hands around his waste,” I finished, disappointed that my time with him was coming to an end. “Bring me to her,” he said as he looked past me, down the path. I looked up at him, “What?”
“Bring me to her. I’ll go get my horse from the barn and you can show me where they went.”
“Oh...um...ok. Fine. Good.”
“Good,” he replied as he walked over to his barn. I untied my horse and jumped on its back, and I watched as John came out of his barn on his horse. My, he was handsome. “Let’s go then,” he said. I nodded my head and started trotting down the path. “What are you doing?!” he asked as he rode up next to me. “I...I’m bringing you to them...”
“Well hurry up before they’re out of reach!”
“Oh...yes. Right. I’ll hurry.”
So we took off down the path, trying to catch up with Peter and Rain. It felt good to ride next to John with my hair in the wind, like we used to do. Except now we were on separate horses. I sighed. I knew that by now Rain and Peter would be far from my view, and it would take a very long time to catch up to them...or so I thought. Before long, I saw them sitting by a tree in the distance. I didn’t want my time with John to end. I thought about leading him on a wrong path, but it was too late. “There they are!” he yelled as he kicked his horse and ran faster toward them. I sighed and took off after him.
(Hermia/Rain)
“I see...John and Emma. They’re coming,” Peter said, his smile disappearing. “WHAT?!” I yelled. “Oh! Oh no! Quickly, we have to get out of here!”
“Why? He is your husband, right?”
“How did you know that?”
“You told me about ten minutes ago.”
“Oh. Right.”
“So why do we have to leave?”
“Peter...” I said as I turned to stare at him. I put my hand on his shoulders and his eyes widened. “You want to protect me, right?”
“Um...ya.”
“Then let’s go,” I said simply. Peter jumped up onto Rain Dance and pulled me up onto her with me. We took off onto a side path that encircled and went right back to the beginning of the main path. Rain Dance went even faster than she had before, but so did John horse, Gillia. Gillia was a really fast horse, the son of a race horse. “Gillia is fast...” I said. “Rain Dance is faster,” Peter replied. He kicked Rain Dance for the first time and she took off like a bullet. I buried my face into Peter’s back and squeezed him tighter, extremely frightened that I would fall off. I was expecting Peter to take us back to his home and lock the doors or something similar to that, but instead he took off through the woods, taking us farther and farther from any marked path. “Peter...where are we going?” I asked. “I don’t know!” he yelled with a laugh. I turned my head to look behind us...John was nowhere in sight. “Peter, John’s gone!” I yelled, trying to convince him to turn back. He simply laughed, “Yes, but we’re not!” he yelled.
To be continued...
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