So, I wrote this for an assignment in Language Arts and it made half the class cry. And all of my friends were telling me to post it on here, so I did. Personally, I think it's really cheesy and crappy, but please tell me what you think!
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No one has ever had a chance at Jace Glass.
He has tanned skin, blonde hair that just brushes his indescribable eyes and a six-pack that he shows off daily. On top of all that, he is…well, let’s just say that he’s not on good terms with the Clover County Police. They say that at age twelve, Jace got an illegal tattoo of a brass knuckle. At age fourteen he tried stealing his step-dads car, and just a year ago Jace was charged with shoplifting 12 Monsters. Every girl in Fox High School has asked him out. All but one: me.
I’m Harmony Red. I’m the perfect student, always getting A+’s and “doing my best.” But trust me, I would be a lot different if my dad wasn’t the overprotective dad/County Sheriff. I’m not allowed to wear eyeliner, short-shorts, short skirts, dye my hair, go to dances…and I am never, ever, ever allowed to date someone. Especially Jace. That all changed at the 11th grade dance.
“And now, for the big surprise!” The DJ announced into the speakers. The pounding music had finally stopped and the disco lights had been turned off. The crowd waited in anticipation for his next words.
“Turn over your tickets, ladies and gentlemen. On the back should be a shape…find your match and have a good time!” The crowd cheered as we all turned over our tickets. On the back of mine was a purple triangle.
“DOES ANYBODY HAVE A PURPLE TRIANGLE???” I screamed into the bustling crowd. Someone tapped me on the shoulder and I spun around…and there was Jace. My stomach flip-flopped. I put on a scowl and crossed my arms.
“What do you want?” I asked him.
“I have a purple triangle, Madam Harmony. Shall we dance?” He asked with old English vocabulary. Jace grabbed my hand and pulled me to the center of the dance floor, right where everyone could see us.
“Ohhhh, the bad boy and the Sheriffs daughter!!!!” Someone jeered at us. The people slowly stopped watching, and Jace put his hands above my waist. I rested mine on his shoulders. My heart was going in over drive and I felt like I was going to faint. And then reality slapped me in the face: I like Jace. I like him a lot. I think…I think I’m in love.
“Your name is pretty.” Jace blurted. I smiled at him. Wait…is Jace blushing?!
“Your name is…sexy—I mean, your name sounds like…mace. Because that’s what people have to use on you.” I said. I was trying to keep my glower, but instead I burst out laughing. We continued to talk and dance the whole night, right up until midnight.
“Oh my gosh!!!” Jace said seriously.
“What?” I asked concerningly.
“We have to go outside! Right now!” Jace grabbed me by the hand and pulled me out the exit and into a small canopy of trees where a storage shed used to sit.
“Jace, what is it?” I asked again.
“Oh, nothing. I was just trying to get you alone.” My heart pounded against my ribcage. He wanted me alone! Maybe he liked me! No. This is Jace. He’s dangerous.
“I think I like you.” Crap. Did I really just say that? Jace looked down sadly.
“I’m…dangerous. You won’t want to get involved with me. This is just…tonight. Nothing more.” How wrong could he have been? We secretly started dating, against all odds. Jace promised to stop selling drugs and other stuff. Our parents hated us. Heck, our parents hated each other. But those four weeks that Jace and I saw each other, they were the best of my life. I guess that you can’t be happy for too long, though.
I felt the bullet in my back before I even heard the shot. It pierced through my shoulder blade and into my muscle, making me fall down and cry out in pain. I had just been at Jaces house and we had just finished watching Romeo and Juliet. He had left to get something for me, a surprise, he said. That’s when Jace’s dad, drunk and holding a gun, had stumbled in. He knew who I was. I was the Sheriffs daughter, the daughter of the man who had arrested Mr. Glass for attempted murder of his wife.
“Why you here?” Mr. Glass asked in a slur.
“I was…just working on an assignment. With Jace. We were assigned together.” He pointed the gun in my direction, and I jumped up from the couch and ran to the back of the house. I never made it. He shot me twice, one in the back and the other I don’t know where. All I know is that Jace came running out, holding a small box. I remember it falling and tumbling open on the floor. I didn’t see what was inside. Jace was over me, shielding me from any more bullets. The world pulsed in and out, sometimes too dark and sometimes too light.
“Harmony? No, no, no…” Jace said. I had never seen him cry before, but now his tears fell over my face and mixed in with mine. I finally got a good look at his eyes: they were like the ocean, right before a big storm, when there are clouds surrounding it and there is electricity in the air, a static that makes your hair stand on end.
“I love you, Harmony.” Jace whispered. I saw Jace get up and punch his dad. They were yelling, but I was too tired to hear. Jace walked over to me with the gun. He put it up to his head. There was a bang, and all I saw were Jaces ocean storm eyes. I let his eyes swallow me up, into their storm, until I drowned and my world turned black. I think I might have died smiling.
