The children ran around the schoolyard, totally oblivious to the action going on behind the gymnasium, completely absorbed in their games. The small blonde boy fearlessly chased away the bullies standing over the little blonde girl as she sat in a puddle looking down at her once pretty pink princess dress, now caked with mud. She looked up at him as he said her name just as her eyes flowed over and tears streaked down her cheeks.
They had never spoken before- he was in the year level above her- but she knew him, of course she did, he was the principal's son, Nathan Ryder. The shock that had her looking up in to his eyes was that he knew her name; she didn't do anything, was never in trouble- she was a nobody, but she was Antonia Torin and he had just said her name.
"Give me your hand." Those four words changed her world. Their melodious sound resonating in her mind. She had admired him from a distance, but before now she had the feeling that life was just a game and now, the competition was on, she knew they were meant to be together. She had fallen in love and nothing mattered aside from that- who cared if she was only 6 years old?
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Maybe We Shouldn't
Ficción GeneralWhat happens when the one you love marries another? Would you be willing to do anything to get him back? And what's better than someone who has a similar interest to you? That's right, work together. They didn't belong together anyway.
