Rising From the Ashes

19. Future

Hey guys! so here's an update, this story's winding down to a few more chapters and an epilogue but there's still some stuff left :) I am thinking of starting a new story though, and so far I have a prologue and a summary, and I'd really appreciate your guys' input! It's a historical fiction/romance set during Paris in the time of WWII, and I'd really appreciate comments or maybe telling me if you guys would read it - I am thinking of going into Wattys 2013! :D

Under Fire

Chloé Vital is heartbroken when her boyfriend Antoine’s family flees Paris to escape the impending war with Germany. Three years later, France is under Nazi control. Chloé and Antoine, by chance, meet again; but this time, Antoine is a spy for the Allies, and for him, being caught and discovered is a surefire death sentence. The two lovers rekindle their romance, but things get only more complicated when Antoine asks Chloé to risk her life and join the Allied Resistance. How far will she go for the man she claims to love?

Thoughts? :) if you like it, I should be posting the prologue very soon! :)

And as usual, enjoy this chapter, and please vote and comment, it lets me know you're still sticking with this story and that means a lot <3

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“OH MY GOD,” a girl in my history class squealed, jumping up and knocking her chair back to earn a look of disapproval from my teacher.

“Care to share, Ms. Jenkins?”

“I got into economics at University of Chicago!”, she screamed triumphantly before looking at the teacher with pleading eyes, “can I take a walk, please? I’m just so excited, this was my first choice university!”

The teacher waved her hand dismissively, sparing the girl another look as she pranced out of the class. I looked at her retreating back, shock starting to settle in as I looked back down at my textbook reading about the French revolution. As a grade eleven, I haven’t exactly thought about the fact that university acceptances were starting to come out now, and I haven’t at all considered the fact that some of my friends – or one in particular – could be leaving next year to go across the country or even out of the country for all I knew.

I glanced outside into the dreary weather. The snow was just starting to melt, but it still looked way too cold to want to be out for more than two minutes at a time. Granted, in the past eight weeks I haven’t exactly been out – I only got my cast taken off yesterday – so I wouldn’t have complained too much. I’ve mainly spent time catching up on my homework and preparing to write a round of SATs, and occasionally saw my friends – so it felt like the weeks since the party have just been spent trying to forget everything that happened and slowly put myself back into normality.

Nick was staying true to his word, and giving me as much space as I needed. I’d catch him giving me looks in the hall sometimes, a mixture of pain and guilt, many times catching myself on the thought of going up to him and pressing my lips against his, just forgetting everything that happened. So far, I’ve held myself back, but it really did seem like I was on his mind. Then again, I wasn’t sure if that was a good or bad thing.

I gathered my books and shoved them into my backpack just as the bell rang. Stepping outside for my lunch period, I looked around until I saw Jasmine at her locker.

“Clarissa got into UChicago today,” I said casually.

“Well, yeah, it’s already the end of February. Most universities are going to be sending out at least some of their acceptances,” she shrugged. “Why do you care so much? I thought you two didn’t really know each other.”

“We don’t,” I replied as we started walking toward the cafeteria, “but it just sort of reminded me that a lot of people aren’t going to be here next year.”