Hayden's Family

Hayden's Family

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(Short Story) ----- ... "Hello miss, is Ryan here?" I hope he is. Or I hope that his mother is making cookies. Cookies are Ryan's favorite to eat, and my favorite to bake. She smiles, and it makes me feel warm again. "He's in his room." I want to run to his room immediately, but I stop myself. I thank her for telling me, watching her nod her head and step back to let me in. I take a deep breath, walking down the hallway that always seems to be so long. His door is at the end, staring at me. I open it, and scan the room quickly. No Ryan in sight. I walk in, taking just a few steps past the open door. ... ---- This is a ONE chapter book. I will not write any more. It was a project for my creative writing class, as most of my stories will be. It is a short story, but if people like it, I may work on a short novella since these are my favorite characters that I've made. Thanks for reading! :)
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"You know, it won't physically hurt you to be nice for once." I crossed my arms in front of my chest and groaned. "I don't want to take a chance." the corner of his lips lifted a little as he finished his sentence. "Well, you don't hear me complaining. The view of a someone so desperately working out is not a delight either." I retorted in a weary voice. "I bet it isn't." he narrowed his eyes at me and commented. Ugh.. Why is he so damn annoying? "You know what, just take your arrogant ass out of my room." I scowled at him, pointing towards the door. With small steps, he walked towards me. I took a step backwards when he neared me. He was invading my personal space, making me a bit flustered. The urge to push back his golden-brown hair covering his forehead was increasing with every passing second. "Gladly." he mumbled against my face and then walked past me out of my room. It took me a minute to calm down my racing heartbeat. ... He was a mystery, an enigma I wanted to solve. He was exhausting, he was infuriating, yet staying away from him was not an option. He was making me feel things I haven't felt before. Adam McArdle! Who are you and what are you doing to my poor little heart? ... #1 in GENERAL FICTION (23-05-2019) #1 in CHICKLIT (21-07-2019)

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