The Secret Message

Chapter 1 (Preview)

Oh my gosh guys! Hi! Its been forever and if you are wondering, I have put my other story on hold because I'm not feeling it anymore, I started writing it when I first saw the BBC Robin Hood and I fell in love with it and was obsessed with it for the longest time. But that was awhile ago, so I don't know what I'm gonna do with it! But oh well! Enjoy!

And please please please comment and critique on any grammar or spelling errors, sometimes when writing, you will miss very simple things even if you go back over it millions of times! So I encourage you to critique the crud out of this little story! Suggestions are also very helpful, we can work together to make this story so awesomesauce!
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In a small little café across the street from a small flower shop sits a normal girl. Me. My dark brown hair down to the middle of my back, a knitted beanie adorns the top of my head. My old grey sweater keeping me warm is worn out by the many washes it has endured. I sit in a small booth in the back so I could concentrate on writing something beautiful and meaningful for my followers. So here you guys go and I really want you guys to think about what I am writing. Really dwell into your conscious.

Have you ever just sat in a dark room? Alone? Do you ever just sit on your bed and wonder what crazy thing will happen in your life if you just took one measly little step outside your door? Do you ever wonder what could happen if you talked to that really cute boy in church or say hi to an old friend?

   
Well I have.

I have felt the moment when your heart starts racing from the excitement and thought after thought would race through my mind of everything I will say and how I will act once I make myself known. And once I get there in front of that cute boy sitting across the row or that one friend who I haven't talked to in years,
  
I freeze.

   My feet become glued to the ground, my mind goes blank and I slowly turn around and walk away, punishing myself for how stupid I was being for dreaming of meeting the cute guy that I would fall in love with or that old friend who I remember eating ice cream on hot summer days when we were young and I could apologize for fighting when our friendship was soon over.

I was held back by my own worry and for the thousandth time in my life, I stayed in my shell. The moral of this message? Get out of your comfort zone and live. Live. Your. Life.
                                                          This is PianoChic1254 signing off,
                                                                                         Ciao

       I sigh as I post the blog, stretching my arms as I watch it download. Standing up, I grab my laptop and close it once the blog successfully downloads. Grabbing my blue messenger bag, I safely deposit my silver piece of technology into it's own pocket and zip it up. Shrugging the heavy bag over my shoulder, I push my thin black glasses up the bridge of my nose for the hundredth time and grab my still slightly warm cup of hot chocolate and finish it off before I deposit it into the trash.
     "Addie dear!" A familiar motherly voice welcomes my ears as I start to walk to the door. Turning around, I flash a smile and walk up to the stout woman.
   "I need to get you a man young lady! You shouldn't be sitting here all alone." The silvered hair café owner states as she wrings out a clean rag and starts wiping down tables. I let out a chuckle as I have heard this statement almost every time I come to visit.
   "I know Macy, but I'm just not looking for one right now. School is pretty demanding now and I have to keep up with my bloggers,"  I let out a small yelp as Macy jokingly hits me with the rag.
    "Oh you and that blog! " Macy huffs, "You'll never meet anyone if your face is stuck in front of a screen." She mutters, loud enough for me to hear, as she vigorously wipes down a stubborn coffee stain.

I chuckle lightly and bid her goodbye as I stepped into the streets of my new hometown. I moved to Maine four months ago when my dad got a new job that could better support my family after the business he worked for caught fire one night. The building, along with its records were burned beyond repair. Moving into the cold climates where the winters were fierce and the summers were almost nonexistent. Fortunately, I quickly grew fond of the town and met Macy when she brought my family tea and her famous muffins. I soon gained many new friends and have become accustomed to the life style even though I miss my old hometown.

  Tightening my jacket around my shivering frame, I trudge up a small hill, my feet thumping lightly against the cold concrete. Upon reaching my small and cozy home, I place a numb hand in my pocket for my keys to unlock the front door but to my horror, my hand comes up empty.

"Oh you got to be kidding me!" I exclaim, rubbing my hands together as I look in the grass around the door, I let out a huff of annoyance and shiver as I start to head back to the café.

"Excuse me, is this yours?" I turn my head around, and my breath gets caught in my throat.
Standing before me is a young man with dark brown hair and strikingly vibrant grey eyes. He stands well over my five foot frame and I could tell even from his loose t-shirt that he has been working out a bit. But what really got me was his smile. Although his teeth are not your typical pearly whites as they show a small amount of damage from drinking coffee; the smile matches his eyes perfectly, the genuine happiness that only a few still possess in this cruel world. As I look at him, he seems familiar. Classmate? Coworker? After a moment of staring, I quickly close my mouth in utter embarrassment, and my eyes fly to something shining in his hands. My keys.
"Oh gosh! Yes!" I break the silence and reach for them, trying my hardest to not jump in the stranger's arms in gratitude, "I thought I lost them," I say as he gently hands me the keys. I stare at my keys as relief washes over me before I realized the man is still standing in front of me. Looking back up into the mans mesmerizing eyes, I shake my head slightly and let out a small laugh.

"I am so sorry. I am being completely rude. I just moved here a few months again, my name is Addeline, but I am having a feeling we met before" I stretch out my hand and the man smiles warmly as he takes my hand in his and gives it a small shake.
  "My name's Dustin, we actually have the same class together." As those words tumble out of his mouth, I immediately recognize him.
"Oh man, of course! You're in my journalism class!" I say as I recall Dustin who sits across the room from me.
   "Yup. But I don't blame you for not recognizing me," He says and chuckles. As if reading the quizzical look on my face, he continues. "You always have your nose in some notebook or are scribbling down some tip the teacher says. You might as well attach a stand for a book to be right in front of your face." He smirks and I let out a loud huff.

"That makes no sense " I say and Dustin responds with a shrug.
"It's not suppose to," He says flatly. I try to look annoyed but we end up both laughing and after a while, we just stand in silence.
"Hey, uh, would you like to come in, we can get warmed up?" I shiver and try to move my number toes.
"Sure, why not." Dustin smiles and I unlock the door, a blast of warm air instantly warming my cheeks.