puppet

How do you know you’re real? How do you know you’re not being controlled like a puppet? How do you know you’re not dead? Well it’s pretty simple really. You don’t. But you have to believe, be strong and get on with whatever your life turns out to be. This is exactly what I did, and it was the best decision I ever made. Because I met him.

chapter 1

‘omg isn’t he, like so fit!’ my best friend pounced on me on Monday morning, screaming.

‘Who is it now larina?’ I asked, pushing her off me. Larina had a new crush practically every day. And she always seemed to have a new boy drooling over her as well. Larina was tall, with long dark hair with red dip dye, she had light brown, flawless skin, and dark chocolate eyes that you could bloody swim in and were one of the slimmest, prettiest, tall girls I had ever met! Yet she never said yes to any of the boys… odd girl. Life was so unfair. Because me, well I had shoulder length, dull blond hair, boring brown eyes and completely no colour in my cheeks, I was so pale and I never tanned. Ahhhh!! No fair!

‘duh! That new kid! To die for!! And he’s in your classes you lucky sod. His names Tom… I think you should show him around, coz’ then you could introduce us!!’ she squealed, jumping up and down. New boy? I didn’t know we had any new guy? And a fit one at that.

‘Lorry, what are you on about? I’m not showing anyone around or meeting anyone, fit or not-‘ I explained.

‘But he is fit! So fit! Have you really not seen him yet? I feel so sorry for you, you haven’t witnessed-‘ she stopped short. Because at that moment the door swung open to reveal a god. Hot does not ever begin to describe him.  I’d never seen him before in my life, and what he was doing here was a mystery to me but I didn’t care. Admits my gawking, I suddenly felt a sharp stab in my side. But I couldn’t tear my eyes away from this newly found yummy looking cookie. I faintly realised that someone was calling my name.

‘Oi! Poo head! Francesca Watley, answer me now!’  I turned without looking at who it was and said,                                                                                                                                                                ‘don’t call me that!’ but then I realise it was only Lorry. She doesn’t count.

‘Gees Frankie what planet were you on? Planet gooy?! I thought you weren’t interested? Hmmm…’ she raises a perfectly shaped eyebrow and looks at me accusingly.

‘I-i-i…. oh shush!’ I stutter exasperatedly. I look back to the door but the yummy cookie was no longer there. He was making his way through the rows of desks, towards the back of the classroom. I was in the far right corner at the back and there was only one seat left, as Lorry didn’t like the back so she sat in the row in front of me. The seat left was next to me. Oh. I was in the middle of my thoughts, when I heard a deep voice say, ‘Hi. Mind if I sit?’                                            That voice was as thick as syrup. I could just imagine listening to that voice all day, and slowly drowning, like a little lost kitten. I turned my head, slowly towards the dreamy voice. It was the sex god who was at the front. How did he get here so fast? Wait, he was talking to me.

‘uh, hi. Yeah sure. I mean sure, you can sit. That’s cool.’ I jabber at a hundred miles an hour. What on earth was I on about? That’s cool? That really is not a cool thing to do. He chuckled and sat in the empty desk he was hovering by. As he moved, I caught a whiff of his cologne. Mmmm… he turned to look at me as if I had just said that out loud. Wait. I didn’t. Did i? Holy shit on toast. I had a habit of saying my thoughts out loud. The corner of his gorgeous lips turned up into a smirk. Even when he thought I was a freak he was cute.