Dalia had just finished her English assignment, a four-page essay on the play "Midnight Summer's Dream", studying the different literary elements found in the play and how it affected the course of the story; it was an easy one and with it being finished, Dalia could focus on studying mathematics since her test was next week and let's just say she and algebra aren't on the best of terms.
This is why all teachers loved her, she always handed assignments on time and they saw and appreciated her efforts to overcome whatever problem comes up in any subject, but, this is also why every student kind of hates her, every teacher is always saying how responsible Dalia is and how it should set an example for everyone, also how everyone should try and be like her; hearing that once or twice might not hurt, but you start to hate Dalia (and the teachers) when they repeat it every single class.
Dalia wasn't bothered though; nobody had ever shown any signs of wanting to kill her (even though deep inside they wanted to) so she wasn't aware of the envy of her peers, she just continued with her life.
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Walking out of the warm library and into the crisp autumn evening, she wrapped her coat tighter around her body and adjusted the beanie on her head so it would cover her ears, with the books she had used held tightly in her arms she started to walk back home. She would usually put on her earphones, as a way of blocking out noises and dive in the world that was music but leaving in a rush early in the morning they had been forgotten on her bedside table. Now all was left were the sounds of nature, the birds chirping as they got ready to sleep, the crickets annoying the hell out of her, and the occasional dog with the high pitched bark that pierced her ears, oh what a lovely walk. Luckily she was two blocks away from home, where her mother must already have dinner ready, her father working in the living room while at the same time helping her younger brother with his second grade homework; she always felt grateful to have such a loving and caring family and wouldn't trade it for the world.
Dalia's train of thought was interrupted when someone bumped into her, seemingly on a rush and definitely not watching where they were going, the impact caused her books to fall to the floor and her to stumble a little without losing balance. She huffed and leaned down to collect the loose papers that had fallen off her binder when a deep voice made her look up,
"I'm sorry, love."
She then started to really look at the one who had bumped into her, even if his hoodie didn't really let her see much, Dalia still caught some of his features. The man was tall, passing her by over a foot she felt tiny beside him, his gray eyes were captivating enough to keep her entranced for a while before she realized she was staring at a stranger.
"Oh, it's okay, I should've looked at where I was going." This was Dalia, always having the need to apologize even when she wasn't the one to blame.
The stranger let out a low laugh, she felt the need to run away from him and into the safeness that was her home, which was a block away from her, if only the tall man wasn't standing in her way. She could feel him staring, taking every inch of her figure in, Dalia was uncomfortable but didn't want to be rude.
"I'm Levi, who might you be, princess?" The nicknames were stirring something in Dalia's stomach, she didn't know what, but it felt nice.
"I'm not supposed to talk to strangers, and I would like to get home, so if you'll excuse me." She said quickly and tried to go around him, but he was faster and caught her arm, making her turn and look up at him. "Please, let me go." She whispered softly, fear rising up her spine.
"I won't ever hurt you, sweetheart; I just want to know your name." Dalia figured if she wanted to get home safely she should just tell him; her parents must be worried sick now.
"It's Dalia, my name is Dalia."
"Well, Dalia," it sounded so good when he said it, Dalia thought, "I will be seeing you soon, babe." He let her go and quickly walked away, Dalia did the same and got home in a minute, opening the front door with her keys, she took off her coat and her shoes, gray eyes were still engraved in her mind, making it difficult to forget Levi.
"Dalia? Darling, where were you? You had us worried." Her mom, Iris, came out of the kitchen with a pot of what Dalia assumed was spaghetti, since she saw the red sauce and garlic bread already at the dining table.
"I'm sorry mom, I got caught up with my English assignment and lost track of time." She figured it was better to lie rather than tell them a total stranger, whom she had given her name to, was the real reason for her delay, plus a little white lie wouldn't hurt.
"Oh well, as long as you were doing homework it's fine, now come on, sit and eat." And so she did.
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Dalia tossed and turned that night, unable to fall asleep, when she closed her eyes all that she could see were gray captivating eyes, deep down she hoped to see Levi again, Dalia didn't know why, but she felt a pull to him, even if the encounter lasted less than five minutes, she felt the need to see him again,
and, oh what a deadly wish that was.
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Teen Fiction"Please, let me go." She whispered softly, fear rising up her spine. "I won't ever hurt you, sweetheart; I just want to know your name." Dalia figured if she wanted to get home safely she should just tell him; her parents must be worried sick now. "...
