Letting Go

After being brutally abused by her father and outcasted by her classmates, seventeen year old Keller Alvidas is glad and even relieved to spend her last year at Edge-of-The-World, the sleepy small town she grew up in. Everything changes when the Gabriels, a group of orphaned teenage boys arrives. They break all her rules about meeting new people but they too have secrets and when the truth comes out Keller has to decide wether to let go and save herself or to continue to be dragged through everything she wanted to run away from, all for one chance she might never get.

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3. The Gabriels

They walk in nervously, the five of them, and stand in line at the front of the class. Every eye in the class is on them but they seem calm under the scrutiny.

"Would you like to introduce yourselves?" Mr.Pandler asks.

One of them steps forward. "Hello everyone, my name is Ian," he says. He has a deep song voice with a lilting english accent. His smile catches me off guard and his light brown eyes are beautiful. He seems to have to nudge his friend beside him to say something.

"I'm,um, Alexander but my friends call me Al," the next one says. His long lashes and dark hair match perfectly but it's his lips that stand out. They're pink and plush and look like they feel like velvet. He also has a slight accent. He sounds shy.

"Hello, I'm Edward but my friends call me Eddy or Ed," the third says. His prominent dimple and flashing green eyes make at least half the girls in class swoon and he seems to like the reaction. Unlike the other two it's his confidence that makes him different.

"And I'm Will!" the next one says rather loudly, "It's short for William but William's always sounded stuffy to me." His easy laugh and bright blue eyes are magnetic.

"I'm James, it's not short for Jameson or anything," he says, "We're all brothers, the five of us. We're the Gabriels." His Irish accent is melodious and unlike the others his blue eyes are irresisitible. He was also blond, unlike the other boys.

They look so un-alike and yet they're suposed to be brothers? Half the class is confused and so was I, were they playing a joke on us or something?

Ian seemed to catch on before the rest of them and explained, "We were orphaned when we young and sort of met in in Ireland and the five of us sort of just stuck together. When we were  younger we had to travel from orphanage to orphanage in London. The lady running the previous orphanage we lived in used to say that we would sing all the time when we were younger and she nicknamed us the Gabriels." The class almost immediatly started talking and Mr.Pandler had to calm them down. "Orphanage boys" was what I heard most often.

"Hey, HEY! Settle down class and get back to your work. Boys, you may have a seat," he said before resuming writing on the chalkboard. The five of them went down the rows looking for a place to sit.

I bent my head down low and began scribbling today's lesson onto my paper. If I was looking, I would've noticed that almost everyone was making room for them to  sit. Even Sonia offered them the seat behind her in spite of one the turds complaining that they already took that seat. I heard the scrape of chairs beside me and people sitting down. Please don't sit here, I silently begged. Please, sit anywhere but here. Finally, I had to turn my head and check who was sitting beside me. I peaked out the corner of my eye and spotted James, his head bent low in intense concentration. A stray piece of hair fell in front of his eyes and was swinging back and forth. His face was flushed and, personally, on him it looked kind of cute. I turned my head completely and caught a glance of his eyes up close. They really were irresistible, I felt a slight blush creep up into my cheeks.Stupid, stupid! I say to myself. I hurriedly check to see if James caught me staring before returning to my work.

The bell rings and everyone went to pick up they're bags. I decide to keep my glasses on and rush to my locker before the new kids ask my name.

James' P.O.V

First day of school and already we get a writing assignment! I can barely keep up with the rapid writing of Mr. What's-his-name when I feel the eyes of the girl beside me watching me. I turn my head an infinite small amount and catch her eye. They're a dark brown colour, much like Al's and that's all I can say eyes-wise before she goes back to her work. She also had a very long and very thick scar running down the side of her face like a mis-guided tear stain. She wasn't beautiful, but not ugly. More like striking. There was an honesty about her that I liked. The bell suddenly rang and the noise made me drop my pencil. I was planning on  turning around and asking for the girl's name when she disappeared out of the classroom and into the crowded hall.The last I saw was the white fluttering of her loose t-shirt.

"Hey, Al, did you catch that girl's name?" I ask motioning to the girl.

"No,mate can't say I did, but I did catch her's," he says pointing to a pretty brunette. Ed walked over to us and clapped Al on the back.

"That a boy Al," he says smiling. Ian and Will join us and we walk into the hall with a slight disappointed sinking feeling in my chest with not knowing the girl's name. I shake it off. There's always tomorrow and maybe we even have some other classes together! I think hopefully.

 

 

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