"I have an idea!" I said slamming my room door closed.
"No, the last time you said those words they got us arrested." Ellie complained.
Pascal shook her head. "We didn't get arrested, it was just a warning."
"No, it wasn't-"
"Stop!" I interrupted...
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A large field. Very large. Like acres. It spans in all directions until it meets the blue horizon. That's what I see when I look out of my window. I think I know what you're thinking: this girl must live in Nebraska or Kansas where there's no civilian life anywhere. Well my friends, that isn't true. I live in this small town in Ireland where there's nothing but grass. But not only do I live in Ireland, but I live in a castle. It's small a castle, but it's a castle nonetheless.
I'm going to put you in my shoes for a moment so stay with me; imagine going outside of your castle and seeing nothing but fields. It's dusk and you just snuck out through your door, taking slow, steady steps. Why did you sneak out? Well to meet your friend of course. If it's more than a friend, well time will tell, but for now it's friends. He offers you a hug when you see him and you return it. You breath in his smell and know there's know where you would rather be. Suddenly, he lifts your chin up and you look into his black eyes while he looks into your brown. Slowly and hesitantly you go in and all those questions you asked about this being something more than friendship are about to be confirmed and BAM!
You realize that you really don't live in a castle or have a super hot friend or even live in Ireland. No, you live in crappy Maine of all places but Ireland sounds cooler so you imagine yourself there. But maybe you would like the true story. My true story. It's been told countless times and countless ways but I'm going to tell it just how it happened. Or the way I remember it at least...
