***WHAT IS LOVE?***

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Weeks went by , months went by and eventually years.....

3 years later.
Here she found herself sitting in the class room of 16 year olds ... She was the youngets off course , even though Cloe was more mature than most of them....

As time past Cloe was awfully wondering whom my parents where when they where younger and where all the family have gone. Thousands of quistions were flashing thru her head that instant second ...why? Who? When ? ... Suddenly a paper plain landed lightly on her dark wooden desk with her name writeen on it in bold pencile "CLOE" she looked around and saw a guy looking into her direction with slight off a grin on his lips , John , black hair, tall. As she opend it slowly, it said in italic hand writing:

" SHALL YOU BE MY BRIGHT STAR SHINING IN MY DARK SKY, THE SUN IN MY UNIVERSE, THE ANGLE WHO FIGHTS OF THE BLACK SHADOWS IN THE DAWN OF THE DAY, SHALL YOU BE MINE TO KEEP?"


She didnt quit know what to do because she never knew what true love was ,due to the bit she knew of a relationship from my parents it isnt such a lovely experience.

Days went past and John was talking more to her , making more contact. He would spend lunch with her or walk her to her dorm-room before bed time, sit next to Cloe in classrooms. It was pleasent having a friend. A real friend. As months flew by, they were allowed out side the orphanage into town during the day after school. "Shall we go to the park?" He asked her one afternoon walking down 11th eve. " That would be nice." She answered smiling . He ofdered to her his hand so she took it and side by side , hand in hand they were walking down to the park, giggling. Cloe was happy.....
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AUTHORS NOTE :

Hay guys , so sorry this isnt the best story ever nut it will get better ! I promise!
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