"Come closer little one, For we had a deal. Bring me your baby sister and a wish you can steal."
I icy voice echoes in my ears. Then a harsh bone-chilling laugh strikes me. A shadowy hand hovers over me and envelopes me. I sit up awake on the verge of screaming. I intake a shaky breath and squeeze my eyes shut. A shiver runs down my spine, I hug myself and the loud crashing.
"Looks like mom's awake," I mutter, with a sigh, I stretch out my legs and swing them over the side of my bed.
"Time to start another miserable day," I say walking to my closet.
I quickly dress and put on my glasses, tucking my braid behind my ear, I head down the stairs.
"POPPY!" My mother yells from the kitchen.
"I'm heading down now Mom," I reply, as I made my way to a second set of stairs.
I head down to the bakery and, quickly open it up. I walk over and stand behind the counter, I rest my arms on the counter and sigh.
"Another day, another slow morning."
Moments later an old lady walks into the bakery.
"Oh, Hello dear." She says smiling at me.
"Hello, what may I get you today mam," I ask smiling.
"Oh, A cup of white tea and a raspberry scone if you don't mind dear."
"Not a problem, to go, or to stay?" I inquired.
"To stay dear, I'll be at that table over there. With you being so busy I don't mind waiting." She says smiling.
'My oh my what a sweet cheeky old lady. I like her.'
I chuckle and nod.
"Just a minute," I inform her as I go to the backroom.
I carefully prepare the tea, and then I go to the display case and pull out a raspberry scone. I walk over to the lady and place the tea and scone before her. I turn to walk away when the lady stops me.
"Would you mind sitting and chatting with me for a while dear?"
"Oh, yes why it would be my pleasure," I say sitting down.
"My name is Poppy Inara." I hold out my hand.
"Grace Jane." She says shaking my hand.
"So, Mrs. Jane-" I begin.
"Please call me Grace, Poppy." Mrs. Jane says.
This story is y/n (you) falls in love with a football player (an oc of mine).
More info:
Y/N is a 16 going on 17 year old female, in her Junior year of high school. It's her first day at a new school, a random person Airdropped her something and they begin to chat.
This mystery guy is 17 and also his Junior year and is a football player. She knows nothing about him so she's determined to learn more. What she finds out shocks her completely.
Preview:
"Y/n! Come on let's go!"
"Yeah! You are going to make us late!"
"God! I'm coming I'm coming! I just needed to grab something." I said walking out to them.
"Is that a book?"
"Yeah- I really need to know what happens! I'm almost done with it, once I finish I'll watch the game don't worry." I assured the two of them.
"Okay want ever you say."
We left to go to the game finding a close-to-the-front seat. The three of us sat, we already bought some drinks and snacks. The game soon started and I began to read.
"Player down!" Someone yelled as they ran a crossed the field.
My head snapped up to get a look and I saw number 22 sitting up with one leg bent and the other laying on the ground. He seamed calm.
"Alright, let's get you up," some one said kneeing next to number 22.
"No no, I'm fine. Help them, they may be out, he is not responding to me." 22 insisted.
Once the others heard this they ran to the other person, 85 from the other team.
22 glanced at the bleachers, briefly making eye contact with me, he then quickly looked back, almost as if doing a double take. He held the eye contact this time, I gave him a small smile and he gave me a sweet smile.
"He smiled at you!"
"It was just a smile," I said going back to my book.
"You have a crush."
"You definitely do, but we won't say anything, yet."
I rolled my eyes at both of them.
They were right, no, maybe. He was cute, the way his hair fell, and how he put the other player before himself. I thought it was cute.