Antonella is young angel lives in Rome, Italy 2024. There's Ghost, witches, demons, etc.
When the freshman experiences Alchemist terrorist attack at her school first hand, she must use all her courage and use her powers to survive. As the Magicians...
I liked it whenever Elliot would help me with something. Wether it was picking up groceries or playing games with me. It made me happy when he agreed on giving me a favor. Like today, he helped me arrange our dorm room to my liking. He doesn't mind at all! Everytime Elliot replies with a "yes"to me it always makes me happy. Its delightful. And when he would just be with me or grant me a wish, it tells me that he likes me enough to spend his time and money on me. Elliot doesn't do that with anybody else.
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I recently realized I was the only one who Elliot gives this much attention to. A few weeks ago, his 12 year old sister commented on my blue chullo, when I was at his parent's house for dinner. I remember we were laying on Elliot bed. Sydney said and I quote "Geez, Possente, I wonder how you'd get Elliot to give a damn about you. Haha. That's a first." I thought about that. It brought me the memory of how Elliot and I first met. "... In elementary school, I would always throw pebbles near the pond by the school. I'd yell about the stupid teachers. Anyway, this boy would sometimes stop by and stare at me. I'd get embarrassed sometimes and stop and sit still. He would still keep his eyes on me." Sydney's blue eyes that resembles Elliot gave me a curious look, "And did that boy ever say anything?" "... No. I kinda made myself think that he was like... Listening to me, to just....lend me a ear and let it out. It really did made me feel... like he cared about my feelings..." "... So that boy became anything more...?" Sydney held a smirk with exciting eyes. "Hey, let's get to it... Too bad you already know the happy ending." I shook. She giggled. "Okay, okay. Let's get to the good part. Middle school came and that boy got a nice haircut, I picked up his personality. He kept a low radar. I guess he didn't like the attention, so that kept him by being popular-" "Possente, where you popular?" "Hmm. Well, I would call myself popular." "And Elliot?" "No, since he was an introvert." "So he was an outsider?" "Yeah kinda." Elliot's face appeared. "Antonella?" He was holding three cans of Dr. Pepper. He sat down on the edge of the bed. I grinned! He was just in time! "Elliott! You're here." I grabbed the can from his cold hand. Ruby smirked, " Elliot Thomas Anderson. I was just tellin' Possente how much you adore her." "Oopsies, my secrets out." "Your middle name is Thomas? Like Thomas Jefferson?!" "Thomas Edison." "Anyways, continue the story, Kingo Pringo." "Kingo Pringo?" I laughed. Elliot bugged his head in confusion, "Where'd you get that?" "I heard her tell herself that when she was fiddling with her cheeks" Sydney laughed. Elliot eyed me. He knew that's what he called me once when he was intoxicated. We couldn't tell Sydney, of course. "Anyway, by the end of 6th grade, we became best friends."
