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[Chapter 8]

I just want to say that since it's March break (and I have barely anything else to do lol) I will be updating A LOT :)
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Chapter Eight: Strange Encounters
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Anna's POV

It was cold out and I could feel the chilling air breeze through my loose fitting and wide open jacket, leaving my skin kissed with the cold.

Zipping up my coat, I slung my book bag over my other shoulder and pulled on the hood of my large dark blue parka. The fur from the hood tickled my face but kept the cold wind away. The sleeves were a bit too long but I was grateful for that, as well, as my stiff fingers started to feel the effect of the freezing wind too.

I walked down the empty street, looking up from my feet every few moments. I gazed up at the sky and saw the pink and purple and blue streaks start to fade away as the sun set over the west horizon and the world got ready for nighttime.

The canopy of gold, red and orange and bronze leaves from the trees overhead cast intricate and delicate designs, making my hands itch to draw or somehow capture the perfect but chilly moment. I stared up at the sky when stopping at the street crossing, taking in the pale and faded moon. It was still bright and early out for the moon to be present, but even so there it was, seeming to gaze down at me and watch me as I walked back to my house from the half empty library.

I was leisurely taking my time to make it back home as I walked along the pale grey sidewalk all alone. I pulled out my iPod and headphones from my large pocket in my parka and plugged the headphones in. I was gazing down, intently, at the screen of my iPod as I tried to look for a song to listen to, when a inconsiderate and rude dummy bumped into me, wearing nothing but a thin, loose and light t-shirt. He didn't even look back or say sorry when my iPod fell out if m hands and into the cement ground, causing it to crack violently.

I stared down at the thin spidery, weaving cracks that delicately etched themselves in the face of my dear iPod, in shock. My dad was going to mad and so was I--if I already wasn't. Truth was, I wanted to run to that boy and bash him in the head with my now cracked, but functioning (thankfully) iPod. He probably was crazy because he was barley wearing anything and it was supposed to snow tonight. Maybe I would bash some sense into him.

I had stood there for a few minutes before stomping off towards my house again. I would just ask for another one or ask my dad to arrest that reckless guy. Maybe he would do both. I held my iPod as it still played music and flashed its screen when I pressed the button to see if it worked. Gladly, it did. I was busy walking off towards my house again when something else occurred to me. I had never seen that boy before and considering the fact that we lived in a freezing town with only 500 people in it, it was odd. Maybe he was new? I still didn't like him and if he did end up coming to my school or showing his face again, I wouldn't feel any pity or sympathy towards him as he walked down the street or halls all alone and confused.

As I started to saunter down the silent and vacant sidewalk again, I got the eerie feeling of being watched. I wasn't freaked out because I got this feeling a lot, but all alone and and not very good at running (gravity tended to love me 'so' much) and having nothing on me that would crack open this persons face, I picked up my pace.

I cautiously looked around but saw no one around. Our town was full of good people. We didn't have lots of robberies and we didn't have any murderers or abductions, if we did, our police force was one of the best when it came to catching criminals. I remembered and played back some of the stories my dad told me when I was younger of his awesome, action-filled encounters of serving justice.

I could just see my house from where I was walking and the feeling of being watched that had hauntingly lingered over me as I walked home, left. I was glad and quietly sighed in relief. But before the whole sigh could even come out and before I could see it happening, someone bumped into me again.

"What the heck?" I asked the person and instantly heard a insincere apology. He (his deep voice told me he was a guy), didn't really seem like he regret bumping into me. I made a sound of impatience and anger.

"Hey, I said I was sorry," the boy said in a arrogant voice and I just wanted to turn around and punch him square in his face. I spun around to face him but didn't punch him. I froze where I stood and it probably was me who regretted meeting this person. Well, actually I didn't regret meeting him, I just regretted being so mean to him.

The first thing I noticed about his pretty face was his eyes. They were the most unique, deep and dark eyes I have ever seen. It looked like he wore contacts but I wonder what the real colour of his eyes could be because right now, his eyes were a purple-blue colour, almost a dark indigo.

"Um...hum," I stumbled and mumbled out incoherent words, or noises. I looked up at his pretty blonde hair which almost seemed like gold fire as the rays of the almost set sun caught the strands. He was probably an angel for all I knew...

His high cheekbones and his slightly long and shaggy--in a completely attractive way--hair that fell into his unique and mysterious eyes, his pink lips and his dimples as he...smirked down at me gawking at him, looked like everything I would want in a guy. Embarrassingly and sadly he had caught me ogling him and smirked down at me which made him even more attractive. Another sad thing, he was the cute dummy that had bumped into me before and cracked my iPod. To be honest, I wouldn't mind if he bumped into me every single day or broke something else of mine and maybe I would feel sad and pity towards him if ended up coming to my school. Actually I would probably want to be the first to befriend him...or date him. Wait what!? My mind was going to places it shouldn't be!

"Um," I stuttered out again, this time trying to actually say some words to him. It didn't work.

"Sorry, I think I bumped into you before too. Sorry, I'm in a rush." He apologized and this time actually sounded like he meant it.

"It's alright, I wasn't watching where I was going." I told him. It was true for our first encounter but not this one. I could tell he knew that but he didn't say anything. For anything, he probably did it on purpose! Like who didn't see a 17 year old girl walking in the middle of a empty sidewalk with a giant coat on--no matter how big of a rush you were in!? But right now, staring up at his aristocratic, elegant and graceful face, I didn't seem to care or have any other problem in the world at all for that matter.

He smiled down at me and something about it, maybe his pointed incisors, got my attention. But before I could do anything about it or ask him his name (I wasn't a flirt--at all--but I wanted to know his name so I could ask my dad if a new family had moved into our town), he was already walking away, his simple, very thin black t-shirt flowing in the wind as he took long, graceful strides and disappeared around the corner.

And after that, I was all alone on the street again.

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