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A Perfect Day, with My Mr Perfect

A Perfect Day, with My Mr Perfect

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sun, Feb 23, 2014
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Romance
This is a short story based on the last day of the character of Susie Salmon from Alice Sebold's novel, The Lovely Bones. The purpose of this is to create a lead up to Susie's murder as this was absent in the novel. Mr Harvey (the murderer) manipulates his innocent public image to lure Susie to him so that he can sexually abuse her and later murder her. Susie had her suspicions about Mr Harvey prior to her assault, but she never heeded the warnings. Susie attempts to run away from Mr Harvey, but he pulls her leg down causing her to hit her head on the floor and dying. This diary entry is written in her perspective, while she is stuck in the in-between. It is through her recollection of her last day that we are able to understand and see the incidents leading up to her death.
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I smiled at him but tears were starting to blur my vision together. "I hate you." His smile faltered and he looked taken back, "Not like that, Drake. I hate you because you make me cry. You're supposed to beat up the guys who make me cry, not be one of them." "But they are happy tears, right?" he clarified. I smiled and nodded my head, before gripping his shirt, pulling his body against mine. "I'll never make you cry because you're sad, understood? I'm never leaving you." I didn't respond this time, I just sat in his lap, holding his torso and he played with my hair. "I don't know if I can let you in yet Drake," I told him truthfully, the one thing I had been dreading telling him. "I know. But I'll never hurt you like the others have. I-"he cut himself off and took a deep breath. "Riley?" he moved me away from his shirt. I looked at him in the eyes and say an emotion. One I hadn't seen in a long time and one I haven't seen in his eyes before. "Can I kiss you?" __________________ Drake was the player of the school. Everyone knew his name. Riley was the nerd of the school. No one knew her name. Complete opposites but for some reason, opposites seemed to attract. Riley knew that Drake had a new girl every week, but she felt like she could change him. And maybe she could. Maybe she'd be different. *Based on a true story*

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