The Lost Cause And The Loner

Thirty Three.

A/N: Hey, I have a challenge for all you little readers out there :) Find someone with less than 400 reads who doesn't have many followers and give them a follow and read one of their stories. Don't forget to vote. It'll probably be really good. Remember, everyone starts off as a beginner. When I got to 187 reads on 'The Emo Boy I Cried For', I was so happy I felt like crying. When I reached 1k, I actually cried. Now we're nearly at 50k.

That's fucking amazing.

So everyone reading this, discovered or undiscovered, find someone without many reads and make them have a great day and make them feel worth it. Imagine if everyone reading this did that, imagine how many happy people there would be.

After this chapter, I'm going to find three people without reads and help them out. I don't know if you can tell, but I feel like santa today.

Anyway, go get a slice of pizza and let's get on with the chapter. I wonder what happened to Ebony...?

*Ebony's POV*

"Ebony!" Someone called. "C'mon, girl, get up!"

My eyes opened and I sighed. I'd been up half the night worrying. To be honest, Alex probably won't come and get me. He thinks I abandoned him.

"Ebony, seriously. Get up!" Stephanie called.

"Okay, okay. Fine. I'm up." I groaned.

Stephanie appeared round the corner of my dorm and smiled, her blonde hair falling down her shoulders. "Did Alex reply?"

Of course, I'd told her all about Alex on the first day I was in this boarding school. "Nothing. I've given up hope now." I shrugged, getting up and putting my uniform on.

"Don't worry. He'll come and get you. I promise. Now hurry up, we've got English." Stephanie winked, taking my hand in hers. We ran down the hallway, down the stairs and burst into our English class.

"Ladies!" Ms Campbell gasped. "Calm yourselves down. Now, take your seats and bring out your creative writing books and write a story about a good memory you have. Go on."

We sat down and I took my book and pen out. Sighing, I knew immediately what I was writing about...

"Hey, calm it, freak show." Alex frowned as I pulled a weird face. "You're crazy. I love it."

I giggled and lay next to him. "I need you to promise something to me."

"What, Ebby?" Alex stoked my stomach.

"You have to marry me one day." I turned to look at him.

"Sure. Who else would I spend the rest of my life with?"

I stopped writing for a minute and bit my lip. All good things come to an end. Sometimes, the good thing comes back to save you. Sometimes it comes back to bite you in the ass. Sometimes you never see it again.

And mostly, the outcome is all the same. But it depends on the person who lost the good thing, whether they believe in one outcome or the other.

That's just life. It's hard to deal with. But hey, maybe one day I'll wake up with another hand in mine. Maybe...

Shaking my head, I ripped up my paper and started again.

The wind blew slightly in my face as the sun went down. Music from my phone sang softly as we sat in the park near my house. "This is beautiful." Alex told me.

"I know. I love sunsets." I smiled, closing my eyes.

"I was talking about you." Alex grinned.

"Shut up." I joked.

"You feisty little..." Alex frowned jokingly.

Once again I put my pen down. What was the point? I need to make new memories. I screwed up my paper and threw my pen down, frustrated.