The Mistake [Norman Reedus] Book One {{COMPLETED}}

Chapter 1

I'm Grace.  I love One Direction, watch The Walking Dead, (And am obsessed with both.), I draw, write, dance, skateboard, dot dot dot.  My best friend is a guy.  But he just moved away to Canada, so I won't be seeing any of him any time soon.  

I'm in College, majoring in Acting.  Its great, but today is my last day.  I'll miss everyone, but I am so excited to get my summer started.  You see, this summer I am traveling.  I don't know where, or when, or even why.  But, I have been saving up for years just to get away from this old dump that I'm living at.  I live with my Auntie Beth.  She a strange women, to be honest.  She's always going on and on about her young childhood, and how she always used to have so much fun.  She always nags at me to not ruin my life with sex, and boys, and stupid choices.  I usually just zone her out of my life, and keep on with what I'm doing.  

Anyway, all night last night my stomach was full of fluttering butterflies bumping into everything inside.  I truly can't stop thinking of that moment when I step onto the plane tommorow morning that will take me away to the rest of my life.  

"Bye Auntie Beth!"  I yelled, swooping out the door, and finishing the doughnut that was pinched in between my fingers.  

"Bye!  Have a very terrific day!"  She called after after me.  She sounded like an alien to me sometimes.  I rolled my eyes, and swung my leg over my motorcycle.  :)  Yes, I said motorcycle.  It's black and blue, and looks almost identical to Norman Reedus' bike.  My dad had it specially made for me!  Isn't he the best?  I miss him.  He's off in jail along with my mother.  That explains why I live in a house with my dumb Aunt.  

My Aunt doesn't exactly approve with me driving around on this "death machine"  But like I said, I usually just tune her out.  

I slid the keys into the ignition, and pulled my helmet on.  I buckled the strap, kicked the kickstand up, and twisted the handle, turning around as the bike made a low rumbling noise.  Speeding off to school, I sighed ready to face the rest of this terrible day.  

Like I said, school is terrible, and today was no different.  The fact that I was heading off to Georgia as my first stop made school feel even longer.  Right now I live in Montana, and trust me, that's a long flight between here and there.   

 I don't really know why I chose my first flight to Georgia.  Maybe it was the fact that The Walking Dead was based, and shot there, or even just to see more beautiful country.  

Anyway,  I just wanted to get home and get on the road to the airport.   

I closed my locker, and pulled my bag onto my shoulder.  

"Hey babe."  A guy named James stopped me in my tracks, grabbed a hold of my waist, and pressed me up to the lockers.  His body was pushed onto mine, and was holding me from escaping.  His face was inches away from mine, and he had a small grin on his face.  

James was the flirt of the school, and every girl went crazy over him.  I didn't see any kind of attractiveness, but lucky me, I was the only girl he had a crush on.  

He felt me try and force away, "Shh, no, no, shh!"  He said, putting his finger onto my lip.  I grunted, trying to get free, but he stopped me once again, this time with a passionate kiss right on the lips.  I struggled the whole time, hating this harassment.  I felt his hand slowly slide from my waist closer to my chest.  I tried yelling through his kiss, but that didn't work, so I thought of only one thing that would work.  I lifted my leg, full force.  Straight in between his legs.

He pulled away, collapsing to the floor, just before his hand reached its disturbing, inappropriate destination.  He groaned in pain and frustration, as I ran away towards my motorcycle parked in the parking lot.