PURPLE

Chapter 1: Change

Have you ever felt so boring, it's as if the world depended on you doing everything exactly the same every single day? Well, welcome to Mackenzie Aaron's life. AKA: My life. (before HE showed up, at least.) I was in a rut, and desperate to get out. Same schedule every day. On weekdays: Wake up, school, work, homework, bed. On weekends: sit around, do homework, watch tv, and wish I was popular. That's just how my life went, day to day, month to month, year to year. I never expected anything to change. But then, on a drizzly, cold October morning, everything did.

There was a new guy in school, his name was Mark Collins, and I have to admit, I did think he was pretty hot when i walked into my first period English class. All the seats in the room were taken, except for one, and that was the one next to Mark, so I sighed and sat down, blushing ever so slightly. He didn't raise his hand, or even look away from the teacher until the end of class. I was surprised when he waited for me at the door to introduce himself in a heart-melting British accent, "Hi, I'm Mark. I couldn't help but notice that you're extremely beautiful." I was stunned, and before I could recover from shock, he turned around, and walked off to his next class. I was so startled, I was late to math.

Again, he was in my class. I was late, so, naturally, the only seat available was the one net to Mark. I sat, and this time he stared. I'm not talking about the kind of staring where when I look at him, he looks away, or just a regular stare. It was as if he was staring at The Queen, or a perfectly baked scone. A few times, I found myself staring back, as if I was in a trance. Then, I'd realise how stupid i felt, but i would always get sucked right back into those piercing, deep green eyes. It was like there was some pull I felt to him. It was so strong, I wondered why hadn't known him all my life. After class, we started up a conversation, " So, you're Mackenzie, right?" he said in the still most amazing British accent ever. I had to catch my breath before I answered;my heart had stopped. "Um, yeah. You're Mark, right?" of course, I knew this, but I had to seem anything but desperate. He smiled and answered, " Mark Collins, yeah. So , I think we have the same classes, so would you mind showing me around?" I wanted to scream, but I kept cool. " Yeah, sure, no problem." as it turns out, he was right. We even had lunch together. Of course, that made me want to faint.

Before I go on, let me tell you about my two best and only friends, Zainab and Rachel. They're the craziest, funniest, and best friends a girl could have. We always sit together at lunch, with nobody else. Today, though, it was different. We were talking and laughing at the popular girls, when Zainab and Rachel stopped dead , staring behind me. I turned around, and Mark was standing there. He looked at me, and asked, " Hey, Mackenzie, can I sit here?"

"Yeah, sure. Rachel, Zainab, this is Mark. He's new. Mark, these are my best friends, Zainab & Rachel." as I spoke, he sat down right next to me. He smelled like cinnamon and the woods. My two favorite smells. He was perfect.

AN: ok for those of u few who are reading: i changed this a bit AND i will be changing the other chappies a bit, as well. ALSO: Zainab is pronounced (its my friends name so i have to do this to make her completely happy and not in the mood to kill me) ZAY-NUB. i hope that helps you guys!! xD