Alive

The darkness is a delightful sight, though its hard to see.
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I rushed to my first period class, History, and groan when I bump into a rather hard figure.
I tilt my head up to examine who I've bumped into. Chestnut curles, emerald green eyes, pink, plump lips. Fantastic face structure, prominent jaw line. I blush as I notice he noticed me staring. His lips pulled up into a smirk.

''Hello pigeon.'' He said, his voice raspy and deep.

''Hi'' I choke out, glancing at his tattooed covered arms. He was wearing a Black tee-shirt and paired it with some white skinny jeans.

''I'll be seeing you around, I hope. I'm Harry, and thats all you need to know.''

''U-um, okay. I'm Amanda.'' His face was flawless. His muscles flexed whenever he moved.

He walked away, the smirk still written on his face. I snap out of my trance and walked to class.
The whole class, I was daydreaming about the flawless face, how I can tug on those chestnut curls, kissing those oh so kissable lips, getting lost into his emerald green eyes. Him undressing me... Oh stop, Amanda that will never happen, plus, you don't even know him! I think.

''And that is how American Indians first came to America. Understand?'' Everyone mumbled out a weary yes, all cheering when the noisy bell rang, telling us that its time for next period. Everyone started packing up, when the teacher yelled, ''NO! The bell doesn't dismiss you, I do.''
Everyone groaned, but this one guy, the guy I bumped into the hallway, said, ''Well whats the point of the bell then, if you dismiss us?'' He said, picking up his items, walking towards the door.
''Harold styles glue your butt on that chair.'' Mrs.Chavoski said.

''No thanks.'' He replied, walking out the door.

''DETENTION!'' She yelled out.

''Still no.'' He shouted, walking to the school doors, fishing for something in his pockets, opening the doors and walking out.

''Class dismissed.'' Mrs. Chavoski mumbled out, clearly annoyed. I quietly giggled when I walked out the door, taking a peek outside the door to see Harry fumbling with a pack of cigarretes. He lit one and place the roll of paper between his lips, and puffed it out. Even though I hate smoking, when he does, its quite attractive. I stop stalking him and walk to my locker, place my books in there, grab my backpack, grab my pleasurable reading books, including Divergent, The Darkest Minds, and The Fault in our Stars.

''Your quite the reader, aren't you?'' A raspy voice came out of no-where. I jumped and banged my head against my locker, for sure leaving a bruise. I groan out in pain and rub my head, shouting, ''WHAT THE HELL!"' Harry didn't look phased at all.

''Whatever.'' I mumble, slamming my locker door closed.

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I drove home, and now, I'm reading for pleasure on my comfortable couch. The book was very interesting, and I'm in love with it. A knock on my door interrupted me of my guilty pleasure. I set my bookmark in its place, and headed over to the door. Opening the door, I gasped, and realized who it was. ''DAD?'' I shouted.

Notes

OHMERGERD THEY MET!

Anyways, updates more often now, I'm on spring break!

WOOT WOOT WOOT WOOT!

Also, why do you think Amanda seeing her dad was a huge surprise?