Destiny Rings

When Sophia Carols literarily lands a hit on her crush, in fact right on his face. Destiny and Fate steps in and the romance begins. Follow Angel and Sophia's relationship through the twists and turns of fate as they discover the ture meaning of being truly destined for another.

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6. 'Bad dreams'

 

Angel and I strolled down the west wing hall at school with his arm around my waist, it was completely deserted. He bent down and nuzzled my neck, hot breath senting chills up my spine. I jumped as a screeching alarm sounded and the lights flickered and went out. His strong, warm arm left me and I shivered as cold desended on me the temperature droping at least ten degress. A overwheeling emotion of sadness and loss over came me and I dropped to the floor and leaned against the cold lockers. A half eaten bowl of strawberry shorbet icecream appears by my feet, I glare at it as the alarm increases in pitch and sounds as is its right next my head, a huge spotlight lands on me blinding me.

 

I crack me eyes open and tug the dunna over my head and groan.

‘get up!’ my mum demands

‘your late’ she growls as she stalks out of the room in a grumpy huff.

She must have had a extra late shift at the hospital and my alarm had woken her. And she’s grumpy again. Surprise, surprise. I drag myself to the door and lock it, I retrieve my clothes and shoes from the nook and slip them on. I sign thinking about the day ahead.

 

Opening my door cautiously glancing ether way, I tip toe to the bathroom and quietly brush my hair and put on a tiny smidgen of make up, and then silently run down the hall and stairs short cut through the kitchen and grab a granola bar and a milk. I slip my bag off the hook and burst out the front door. Juggling my breakfast and keys I lock the door and take huge running strides down the garden path and onto the sidewalk. Hair whips around me and my bag bumps against my back, I take a clumsy sip of my milk and a bite of my bar. Soon I am nearing the corner of school but I don’t even make it that far, I crash into a broad muscled, chest of course of the person I lest want to see, today of any day, my ex boyfriend, Jason who I might mention lives two towns away and is overprotective, smug and bigheaded, not exactly the best mixture of ‘qualities’. Urgh.

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