Not So Easy

Abbigale Steward is a problem child to say in the least. After her father died when she was three, her mother got caught up in drugs, and her own semi frekewent run-ins with the cops, she was beginning to believe the whole world was against her. Things got so bad she even considered drugs, and worse; suicide. She felt she had nothing left to live for. Until......she met Xavier, her budding romance, and Isaiah, a mysterious boy in her grade 9 history class.


10. A Note In My Locker

   Xavier hadn't talked to her since he picked her up from Isaiah's house. I knew I had hurt his feelings and I felt awful for doing so. But he should trust that I would never do anything like that to him. The bugger part was, I was starting to think and dream about Isaiah despite of myself. The thought haunted her every time I looked at either of them. It had to stop.

  I walked up to my locker, spun in the code, and shoved my books in. Just as I shelved the last book a tiny slip of paper glided to the ground. I bent down and picked it up. It had the sweet smell of cologne and a dab of something richer. I unfolded the paper and started reading:


I am deeply sorry for what happened during your visit last week. I have spoken with my family and demanded  they apologize as well.

I do believe I have a fair bit of explaining to do and would like to do so today during lunch.

Please meet me in the pavilion as soon as the lunch bell rings. Make sure no one follows you and please for your sake don't bring anyone with you.

    Best of wishes,


   I checked my watch, 1 minute until lunch, I headed out the back door and out into the pavilion. Just as I sat down at the bench the bell rang and I heard of muffled thud. I turn to find Isaiah standing under his favorite tree.

   "Before you say anything, I want to apologize for my behavior. You were only trying to help and I was upset with myself for being so scared." I confessed.

   He studied me carefully,  "You had full right to be afraid. After what I'm about to tell you it would be unnatural for you to be otherwise." He said softly.

  "But I was ungrateful and stupid. I should have listened to you when you told me not to leave. I'm so so sorry." I repeated, I hadn't intended on saying this, but once I got going I found I couldn't stop. It was like a caged animal jumbled up inside me waiting to break free.

   Before I knew what I was doing, I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him full on the lips. His skin was mildly cold but at that moment I didn't care. He kissed me back hungrily at first and then drew back. He was as surprised  as I was with myself, maybe more. But either way I could see that he liked it, and I could tell he wanted to kiss me again.


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