The next day I was sitting on the couch,(yes again) and when I was about shut my eyes for a little nap my mom pretty much forced me to go to the park. “Go get some fresh air for a while Cloe.” She said.
“Fine.” I said.
When I got there I stopped dead in my tracks. There he is. That Peter or Perry guy, or whatever his name was. Was he following me? I decided to confront him. “Why are you always everywhere I am?” I asked. He looked at me. “Are you following me or aomething?” I said.
“No…It’s just…” he trailed off.
“What?” I pleaded.
“Nothing, nevermind.” He snapped.
“What do you mean!?” I said quickly.
He looked around. “Come with me okay?” he whispered.
“Why? I bearly even know you.” I said as he grabbed my shoulders.
“Don’t make me do this…” he said.
“do what!” I said louder. He pointed to a watch like device on his wrist.
“This is a knock out drug. Please don’t make me use it in public.” He said with a hard face.
“…What is…with you?” I nearly shouted. Then something clicked. A small cloud was engulfing me. I knew something about this guy wasn’t normal. “What’s your real name?” I said. My vision was getting foggy and I heard him say something like: “Have to get permission first..” then I blacked out.
In my head I here voices, “Jared!...” “Jared why didn’t..” “Liz…”
I mentally tell my eyes to open. It takes a second to regain my vision but then I finally see, and can’t believe my own eyes.
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The Last Dreamer
RomanceMy nmae is Clover Bell Johnson. I am exactly 16 years old today. I am small and have brown hair with splashes of freckles across my nose. My life is the single most boring thin since daytime talk shows.Why? Becasue I live in the small town of Hubbar...
