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As Elle sat in her English class, she began to think of all the places she had been in the last year; Arizona, Maine, Florida. She had made it across the entire United States. And even so, none of the places she had been had held any interest to her. She always came right back home. To her step-brother, to this school. Of course, when she ended up coming back, there were all new people here. The seniors had graduated, and the juniors kept closely to themselves. No one ever knew that she continued to come back here for senior year. Whether she stayed away for a year, or five, she was always the new girl.

 

Usually Elle preferred to stay away for more than a year, but this time, something pulled her back. As she made her way from Arizona to Maine, she crossed through this little town in Indiana. And the urge to come home was almost unbearable. Then she avoided Indiana all together and went straight down to Florida. And even then, even without seeing it, she still longed to come home. Only, it wasn’t really a longing; it was more of a feeling. She felt as though she was supposed to come home. And all the while, she couldn’t help but wonder if it was for him. Even the mere thought brought tears to Elle’s emerald eyes. She quickly looked down at her desk and blinked a few times, blinking the tears, and the memories away. Now is not the time for this. She thought to herself.

 

As if on cue, the male at the front of the class began to speak. Elle kept her head down, making sure she had herself under control. “Good Morning class. I’m Mr. Tifton. Welcome to English Composition.” As he spoke, he made his way around the room, and Elle could hear papers being handed from him to the students. When he approached Elle’s desk, she looked up, only to be stunned. This man- He looked exactly like him. His blonde hair, his silver eyes. And as Elle looked at him, she imagined a pair of angelic wings, and a bright white aura. He was staring at her as she stared at him, and he was speaking, even though Elle couldn’t hear it.

 

What broke Elle out of her trance was a loud noise at the door; someone was pounding on the door. Mr. Tifton walked away from Elle’s desk and to the door. Elle followed with her eyes. As the door was opened, Elle could see Bryan. She sighed angrily and put her head on her desk. Bryan had seen the whole thing. Not with his eyes, but with his mind. It was an odd connection he had to Elle. Every time she thought of him, Bryan saw it. And for some reason, each time, Bryan made an appearance, an interruption of her wonderful recollection. Elle had never taken the time to ask Bryan why he did.

 

He had shown up only once during her year away. It was a rough time. They hadn’t seen eye to eye when Bryan had showed up. Elle ended up fighting with him, getting physical, and Bryan had left with a bloody nose and a black eye. She couldn’t even remember now why she had fought with Bryan. All he had done was come to check on her, to make sure she was all right. And Elle had shoved it back in Bryan’s face. Oddly enough, she felt the urge to do just that right now. He had once more interrupted her wonderful moment.