*Rumble rumble!*
I lifted the blanket over my head. My room was dark as the sea and I was shuddering like a scared cat. I hate thunderstorms. I hate it more when Kaden wasn't with me. There was more rumbling and I snailed my way back under my blanket. I shivered, shutting my eyes so I couldn't see anything.
"Xaviere, I'm here," a voice whispered. I peeked from under my purple blanket, and I saw the silhouette of Kaden. I felt like crying. "Kaden, I'm scared," I whispered to him. He laughed and climbed into my bed. He pulled me towards him. "I know you are. You always will be scared of the thunder. That's why I'm here for you, always." His arms hugged me tighter and I put my arms around him. I began to get tired and yawned.
"Hey, Xaviere, when we grow up, promise you'll marry me, okay?" I blushed and smiled. "I love you, Kaden!" I say, snuggling closely, my chilly feet pressed against his stomach. "I love you too, Xaviere." I started to drift to sleep, despite the growls of thunder. I was happy, sleeping there with Kaden protecting me from danger.
Things come to an expected end though. After fifth grade, Kaden had gotten chubby. He also had to move because of his mother's job. On the last day together, Kaden showed me a paper. On the paper written in heavy and sloppy writing was 'Xaviere and Kaden will marry when we grow up.' There were two blank lines on the bottom. "Sign it," he said in a low voice. I laughed and cried at the same time. I signed my name and Kaden signed his. At that time, I absolutely loved Kaden. We sat on a park bench together for a while in silence. Then it started to rain. Kaden grabbed my hand and began to lead me home. I pulled his arm and he twirled around. I kissed him and the sun came out. I pushed Kaden away and ran home by myself. I just wanted that last memory before he left. I didn't want it to be me waving in the rain.
"Mommy, what does marrying mean?" I asked. Mom gave me a funny look and laughed. "When you say you're going to spend the rest of your life with someone."
~six years later (Xaviere age 14.5)~
Tap. Tap. Tap...tap.. Snap.
The class became quiet and everyone turned towards me. The teacher sighed. "Xaviere, stop breaking pens! You know how many desks I had to change because the ink wouldn't get off?! Do YOU! Dammit!" I jumped back and stood. "I'm sorry. I'll go get some paper to clean it up!" I scrambled out of the classroom and head towards the bathroom.
"Ugh, I'm so clumsy," I say under my breath. I shake me head and... *Slam!* I hit the ground hard. I hit my head on something solid as huge rocks. I look up and it's a... pole. The third pole in one day. I stand up and mess up my hair. "ARGH!" I shout.
"Here. Don't get so agitated. It happens to me a lot." I'm startled and swirl around. It's my classmate and prince of the school, Cren. He's grinning at me, which makes me even more pissed. You see, everyone thinks Cren is some good boy who's smart, charming, brilliant at everything. I've known Cren since birth and I know the evil, stupid, ugly, non-charming, perverted, insulting Cren.
"Oh, it's just you, ugly goose. No wait, you can't be a goose. You're a boar." He burst out laughing and slapped a wet handkerchief onto my forehead. He leaned down so his mouth was right near my ear. "I licked it wet, just for you," he whispered. I shuddered and flung my fist towards him. Cren dodged it, and ran down the sun-lit hall, laughing. I wiped my forehead with the handkerchief and sprinted behind him. He was irritating me and there's always a punishment. For some reason, I got a shiver, as if someone was watching me
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