Anyway I have been jabbering on so much I haven't introduced myself. I'm Cheryl Thompson and I'm black african{well bristish couting i lived here for 9 years. I'm about 5'9 and I'm not that athletic in case your wondering. I live with my mum{my dad left even before I was born. Anyway I don't really bother 'bout anymore sine I don't even know hi-
Every night I rush to my bed
With hopes that maybe I'll get a chance to see you
When I close my eyes I'm going out of my head
Lost in a fairytale, can you hold my hands and be my guide?
Clouds filled with stars cover the skies
And I hope it rains, you're the perfect lullaby
What kinda dream is this?
You could be a sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare
Either way I don't wanna wake up from you
(Turn the lights on)
Sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare¬¬¬¬-
"Hello?!" I barked in annoyance at the phone only to hear the shrill voice of my mother and the clear panic in them.
"Cheryl Rosie just called me and told me she's about 2 hours away from here and honestly I don't know what's taking you so long I mean it not like it's a 1 hour drive from here is it?"
"Yeah whatever I said I was coming-take the chill pill sometimes mum it might help a little bit- anyway I'm like fifteen minutes or so form home-cherrios ."
I snapped my phone shut and pt it back and heaving and panting I managed to get up the hill just then just as if I was the most cursed person in the worlds the bags decided to give up- they just ripped- and everything just went rolling about. I snarled and cursed then set about gathering the stuff- that's when I saw him,he looked about 19 and he certainly wasn't a god or anything for the matter but he certainly was the most gorgeous person not to mention very atcute. He was fairly muscular with jet chestnut brown hair and forest green eyes with incredibly white teeth. He knelt down and set about gathering the shopping and if just stood there dumb-struck at who this incredibly polite boy - whose name I didn't even know and who by the way I had never seen {you see I didn't mention that this was a small village is everybody just about knew everything about every bodies personal stuff-and I mean everything}gahterin up my stuff without me even asking some other boys i won't even mention names have to be paid to be even seen helping someone-he definitely wasn't from around here.
"What aren't going to pick up your stuff?" he questioned snidely looking incredulous at how openly I was gawping at him. Did I mention he had a deliciously sexy voice-well I do now it sounded like he had been practicing this voice in his mirror-definitely-
"I SIAD AREN'T YOU" he said pointing at himself then me "GOING TO PICK UP YOUR STUFF- DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME??"
Well that seemed to shake me out of my trance and I huffed indignantly at the way he spoke to me-as if I was deaf. Well I was going to show him he may have been polite but he certainly wasn't nice.
