The (magical) life of Gwen

One stare and one bleeding nose.

Chapter 2

One stare and one bleeding nose. 

I literally ran in to the guy, and we both went tumbling down the hill. And as we lay there at the bottom of the hill, all I could think about was three things;

One – who the hell this guy was.

Two – where my OH so dear friend where.

Three – how close I was to him.

But before I continue, maybe I should introduce myself.

My name is Gwen Stefani … no I’m just kidding. My name is Gwen Miller. Well my full name is Gwenever Vivian Miller, and I am an 18-year-old college student.

This is my first year at Columbia College.

The girl that screamed my name is my best friend Vivian Thompson.

I know… Her name is Vivian and my middle name is Vivian, but that is how we became friends in kindergarten. Most of our friends call us double V, very original.

 Well my parents are both historians, and their main focus is myths and especially the myths about King Arthur and Merlin (can you hear where I’m going with this?).  And of course as a little girl I found this really interesting. But I just thought that is as close as I would be to Merlin, so you can imagine my surprise, when I discover, that I was much closer “connected ” to him. But more about Merlin later, right now it is more important how the guy next to me is linked to all of this. But for that I have to continue.

Like I said, we were very close to each other. Actually we were so close, that he was laying on top of me. And it was really sweet moment. I just looked up into those beautiful eyes of his, which was a mix of green and purple, well they where really enchanting, like they had a story to tell. And right in that moment when I wanted to say something sweet, he spoke! And I knew we were not goanna be good friends.

“Well what have we here” He said while he looked down at me, and that was all it took for me to break his nose.

All I really wanted was to pounce him, not break his nose. But right after I hit him, he flew up.

“WHAT WAS THAT FOR!!” he yelled.

“I WILL TELL YOU THE SECOND YOU TELL ME WHY YOU LOOKED AT ME LIKE THAT” was all I could come up with.

“WAIT!! SO YOU RUN INTO ME, MAKE ME FALL DOWN THE HILL, WHEN I WAS THIS CLOSE AT WINNING THAT STUPID GAME, AND THEN YOU BREAK MY NOSE BECAUSE I LOOKED AT YOU?!”

“WELL… I… I… YOU LOOKED AT ME LIKE I WAS SOME KINDA PRICE”

“WELL miss isn’t that part of the game, that your camp came up with” he said while pointing at the banner around my wrist.

“It wasn’t my idea, it was Vivian and of the other girls’ idea” I said while pointing at some of the girls.

“Who is Vivian?”

“The girl over there being chased by those five guys” I said while I reached in my pocket and gave him some tissues, ”here, you are bleeding all over the place”

“Well whose fault is that?” he said while taking the tissues to his nose.

“That depends…”

“Oh don’t do that, shall I say it to you again… you ran in to me, make me fall down th…”

“Yeah, yeah I know… I am sorry” after I said that, he just smiled.

“My name is Damian Morgenstern. What’s yours?”

“Gwen Miller”

“Well except for your little stunt with my nose, it is nice to meet you” he said while reaching his hand out.

“It is nice to meet you to”

 And when I shook his hand it was like “magic”.