Found Frozen

Chapter 4

4

Why hadn’t I asked her out sooner? I’m with an outcast, a Darkdog. I’ve never had so much excitement before in my life. I couldn’t focus, or plan or even think straight. I felt like just going with whatever happened, where ever my fate and attraction to Anne took me. People I knew were disappearing from my mind. They weren’t really important to me anymore. I felt like I was falling in love. How could I so quickly? How could I have never really noticed her before?

I glanced at her, and she turned giving me a gentle smile. She continued to work, but I kept staring at her. She had dark brown wavy hair, and piercing blue eyes that hypnotized me. Her radiant skin glowed like the moon in the dim classroom light. She had faint little freckles on her nose that spread to just around her cheekbones, and smooth slender hands that were soft to touch. She had full pink lips that slightly parted when she was thinking. every now and then she would look up and read the questions on the board, read a different page from her book and then write down some more notes.

“Justin, would you mind telling us about the second civil war?” Mr. Meaden asked.

“What?”

“Well, our questions on the board are based on that, and looking at your page with nothing on it, I assume you know everything already.”

“Um…”

“So, care to tell us about it?”

“Only if I have to.”

His eyes flashed with annoyance. “Anne?”

“It was about the belief and discrimination between humans and werewolves.  Scientists began to investigate, and found ways to genetically alter humans to create another type of werewolf, synthetic to the originals. As they began to take people into test, people began to protest, and revolt. All other countries lost contact with us, and our only ally is now Britain. The day the war ended was the warmest day in America in the past fifty years. The country was put back together, and there have been…” she thought for a moment. “three solian days, the next in a few months.”

Everyone stared at her surprised, and she kept her masked face staring at Mr. Meaden for his reply. He gave a smile, showing his fangs that looked similar to Anne’s. “Well done, Anne. At least someone is listening and working productively.”

Murmurs spread across the room, then Mr. Meaden announced, “Get back to work! Let’s not waste more class time.”

She didn’t respond to his comment in anyway, and everyone continued working. No one cared about learning this, no one was really paying attention, except for her. She was so smart.

“Justin, if there was a class on day-dreaming, I’m sure you would ace it. However, this is a history class. Please do something productive. Oh, I don't know...take notes like you’re supposed to!” Mr. Meaden cried.

I sat up and began to read my book, pencil in hand. I could hear Anne quietly laugh, the continue taking her notes.

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Justin and I casually talked for a few minutes, then I departed from him to go to art. I had never had this feeling before. I was afraid to call it love. It seemed too early to have such an intense feeling. But what else could I call it? Every girl liked him. He was charming, but...has he ever done anything wrong? He seemed perfect. Has he made mistakes, or gotten angry, like me? But I could try change that. What if I...no. He likes me for who I am, i should stay myself. Or maybe he likes flirty, or mysterious, I think. I could be pretty mysterious, if I wanted to. I just want to be perfect like him. But I will never be perfect. But I could try, I could change. I would do anything to change for him.