White Shadows

Chapter One- Warmth of a Slender Arm

"Hi...you."

"Hi Clirlary."
The thick teen gave her an awkard hug and gave her a plastered smile. The senior let go and checked the sophomore infront of her. She's twice her size and yet shes made out with every guy in the school. How, the world may never know.

Clillary looked around finally, her eyes coming back to her then nodded slowly. She excused herself and fast walked away to intertisting people. She scoffed then turned around, bumping into her crush, Nick Creek, in the process. He spilled his punch on her new olive colored dress. He apolygised and hesitated to try and guess her name. He offered to get her a napkin. She said it's OK but he insisted. He picked his paper cup up and walked away.

She considered her Knight in shining armor was just taking his time wisely but after twenty-five crusiating minutes, she couldn't hold her feelings and traumatic thoughts inside anymore. She asked around for him, No luck and bumped into a man for a second time. Its been an hour and a half at the most and she already made a fool of her self, twice. She couldn't believe it! She lost her balance and she would have fell if the her hero in his early 30's didnt wrap his arms smoothly around her waist. He looked into her soul with his gentle eyes and she almost amediatalty pushed away from his grasp. She asked where Nick was and he replied the fountain gesturing somewhat behind them. She faintly glanced in the direction of crowds of people in front of her then sheepishly smiled at the man, indicating that this was her fist rodeo. He understood, and with a grim smile and his slender like arm around her shoulder leaded her towards to what suppose to be where her crush was.

They passed the sea of formal-dressed teens and even though she felt slightly uncomfortable with a 30 year old stranger this close to her, she dreaded on, hoping to find Nick to come and save her. They turned a corner onto a dimly lit alleyway. All was in sight was an orange lampost, a dumpster covered in coffee stains and graffiti, and a stray cat plopped on a cardboard box, no fountain, no Nick. She stepped a couple steps ahead then looked back unsure of what the man will do to her. He took a step toward her and she flinched. She pulled out her phone and opened her dial option.

"Put it down.Drop th-, drop the phone."

She looked up, he was trembling as he pointed a handgun at her. His trustworthy features had vanished. She slowly locked her phone with a click. He sighed and quickly looked around him and pointed towards her purse. She tossed it just behind his feet and he turned and started shuffling through the pockets. As he was searching for anything valuable, she carefully dialed 911 and muffled the ringing noise until a lady picked up. She said hello and the man turned around with fear. He grabbed his gun, aimed, then... She hit the floor giving her impact she never felt before. She could feel the life drain out of her and her muscles tightened as she tried to hold on for dear life. Her vision was a blur and all she could see was the orange light that made her eyes tear up, the stray cat walking up to her, sniffing her arms, and her phone that was cracked from the fall but still on the phone with 911. Then she finally let go, closing her eyes saying her goodbyes.

"Hello, is anyone there," the operater questioned," Ugh, I hate prank calls"