KISS NOTE

Chapter 11~ISABELLE'S POV~A warm Thursday afternoon of February.

I was sitting on the bench of Redwood Trail in San Francisco Botanical Gardens. It was a beautiful moment for me to see Elias and Aurora kissing. I sighed deeply and kept smiling at them. It definitely reminds me of one of my favorite movies and books, "The Notebook". I fell in love with the movie, but I cried at the end. It was so beautiful. I looked to the right side, but I saw the pink notebook next to me. I picked it up, and slowly opened the very first page. I already know how it worked though. I turned to the next page and I read:

"Gwendolyn...the love of my life. –Zach."

"Aww, that's so sweet." I smiled and turned to another page.

I read:

"Amanda, my dream girl. –Tyler."

I cracked up, realizing that those words are the song we are going to sing.

"What? He just spoiled the title of our favorite song, what the heck?" I laughed and shook my head.

I turned another page and read:

"Natalie, the beautiful you. -Kevin."

I widened my eyes and whistled.

"Wow, this boy..." I spoke and shook my head.

"He may look shy at first, but then he'll tripping ways to have some fun." I spoke.

I turned another page and read:

"Kate, you made me burn with desire, I've totally fallen for you. –Chase."

"Whoa, you go, boy." I spoke and chuckled.

Finally, I turned another page and read:

"Aurora, you're more than my crush; my girl, my flaming desire, my dream girl, the beautiful you, my love, my everything. –Elias."

"Wow." I spoke and chuckled.

I was surprised to see those love notes from the boys to their girls. I sighed deeply in relaxation and serenity.

I closed the pink notebook; I was so happy that the creation of Kiss Note had worked. However, I kept the secrets that I created the notebook and my real nature (I am a hybrid angel). What if I reveal my secrets in public and nobody believes it? No, I just decided to keep it forever, anyway. I stood up from the bench and walked in the earthy trail of the Gardens. I looked up at the skies, darkening as a bluish gray color. I walked out from the peaceful to busy place. I am sure that my house is far away from here.

I walked the Golden Gate bridge, thinking myself and my ten friends spending time together in Valentine's Dance Night (which is coming up on Saturday). Determination drives me on. Face wiped clean, as if a screen had been pulled down to hide my real nature, I hurried along. It was beginning to get dark, the coming night teasing the sky into twilight. Fear sat heavy on my heart as I walked as fast as I could. Eyes plastered to the floor, I stared at my white, flat shoes. The cold painted bright red on her cheeks and the wind threw her hair around aimlessly.

I love crowds. I love the way people walk, roughly in one direction, weaving a little, chatting as they go. I watch them, some heads down and lost in thought and wonder what their private worlds are like - each of them viewing this same place, this same day, from a unique perspective. Some of them notice the sun, others the cloudy remains of the past rainstorm. Either way their footsteps soothe me better than a flowing river. I'm a city girl and always will be.

After an hour of walking, I'm finally home. I went upstairs from the first floor to second floor. Man, my legs felt so sore. I walked up the invisible stairs to my heavenly bedroom. I walked towards my cloudy bed and laid on it. I feel as though energy is being constantly drained out of me, as though I'm leaking electricity. But a smile crept on my face because Kiss Note had finally worked, and no one might know who created it. Anyways, the rehearsal went well for us yesterday after school. Oh, my goodness, I almost forgot! I got up from my bed and walked towards my desk. I opened the drawer and I found a spiral, light pink notebook and a purple pencil in it. I'm going to write the three weekend plan.

"Now let's see. What are the plans?" I thought.

I wrote a list:

"Walking at downtown," What else? Aha!

"Walking at the Golden Bridge," What else? Something artistic. Yeah!

"Going to the San Francisco Museum of Modern Art," That would be fun. Maybe we could go to a park. Oh, I know!

"Going to Lincoln Park," Yeah.

"Going to Golden Gate Park," Yep, that one too. How about...I'm not sure we can go to shopping, but we can hang out for a while. Maybe.

"Going to Westfield San Francisco Mall," Something else. Hmm.

"Or watch a movie at my home." I don't think we all agree about this but anyways.

Well, that's all the plans I got for the three-day weekend, I thought. However, I was in a daze by the sun breaking through the dark clouds I saw two days ago.

"What would that mean to me?" I wondered.

I was so relieved that my deepest secrets didn't spoiled out. I always thought that my real nature will forever hide inside of me. But it won't last longer. I looked at my piano farther next to me on my desk, suddenly got me out from my daze. I know I have to practice my solo before the big night, so I decided to take advantage of it. I walked towards the desk, pulled the chair out from it and sat on the chair. I looked solemnly at the piano, as if it was encouraging me to be a talented girl.

I brought my fingers on the piano, about to dance on the keyboard. I took deep breaths so I won't get nervous. Then, I started playing as I felt my veins flowing with upbeat music. My feet began to tap on the floor. A lively tempo can lift everyone, elevate the spirit, or move them to dance, whilst a slow one can relax the mood. The upbeat sound of music has brought me to life.

"What would the world be without music?" I thought.

It is never easy to explain that question, because music is always there since our ancestors. I started humming and swaying my head a little. Humming should be a soothing sound, dulcet tones creating a wordless melody, something to help you drift away to a reassuring Neverland. I started smiling while I kept playing the piano; I felt rivers of joy flowing inside of me. Without mistakes, it made me feel happy. I could imagine that it would take years to practice from good melodies to powerful melodies without mistakes. Well, I already know that mistakes make us learn. However, while playing piano, I was about to end my piano solo. I made it the whole melody cheery and funky. Now, right after I hit the last note, my fingers slowly slipped away from the piano.

I chuckled for success, knowing that I will make my piano solo successful. I looked up at the clock; the long hand pointed at the number nine, and the short hand nearly pointed at the number ten. It was getting late for now, so I turned off the piano. I got out from my chair, and I stretched way up like I could reach the sky. I bend my back, although I felt a good, relaxing crack in my back muscles. I brought my hands on the back of my head, bending my back from side to side. I laid down on my bed.

I reverently rubbed my fingers along the silken mattress. I pressed my cheek to the cool, velvet pillows. The comforter was thick and irresistibly soft, like a billowing cloud. I toppled into it, relieved to rest her weary feet. Warmth and darkness enveloped me. Soon, I succumbed to the call of sleep. A dream came into my thoughts.

I was wandering all over the community center, gazed by the colorful lights shining all over the place. I looked myself on the huge mirror. I was wearing a long classic halter, pink and white ombre dress. My brown hair was medium curled, filled with volume. Long diamond earrings hanging on my ears; a long platinum, diamond necklace around my neck, shining through the spotlights, like sparkling stars in the night sky. It was this Saturday's dance party. I spun around and my dream dress was engulfed by glowing, pink dust, spreading all over the place. It had transformed into a ballroom, and it looked majestic and beautiful. I saw my ten friends (or my five pairs) dancing to the upbeat of pop music. Everybody were jumping, shaking up and doing sexy, body waves. I rushed towards them and jumped for joy for having a great time.