Chapter 1 :)A Chapter by Romalina:):):) For every girl who has ever been in love.:):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):) :):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):) :):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):) :):):):):):):):):):) Anne's P.O.V - You know you're in love when you can't fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams. My actual name is Anneliese,but seriously that is like Victorian age or something. Trust my mother to name me after a 16th century French queen. Well actually its not that unexpected, She's supposed to be an expert on the history of medieval France. That is why I get a straight A on my history paper. You would too if you had to listen to boring three hour speeches on the ways of clothing during the French Revolution. My home is filled up to the ceiling with books on the subject. Sometimes, I think my mom lives in the past rather than in the present. My childhood bedtime stories did not have fairy tale endings in them,usually they had horrible war stories which gave me nightmares instead of sweet dreams. "Anne, hey! Anne."Crap. I realized I had been staring at him again. "Anne !!!" "Hmm....." I reluctantly turn to
Rose.She actually looks like a flower with her heart shaped face and red
hair. Naturally beautiful with a sleek, slender figure made her stand
out. "I'm so sorry. Yes, Rose, I am coming to your place tomorrow night for the sleepover." Her face relaxes. I know her too well. "I know you will. Will it even make a difference if I told you to stop staring at him?" Caught in the act. It is eerie sometimes the way we can always tell what the other is thinking. "I seriously can't understand this. You both live 25 yards apart, you know him for the past...what ....12 years? You see him every day. Why can't you ..I don't know .. drop a hint or something??" That is the problem.
I've known Carter since childhood. I have seen his parent's funeral
after the car accident. I have loved his grandma forever. I have loved
him forever. I used to have sleepovers which gradually stopped. We grew up but my love for him didn't. I go see his grandma everyday with a flower that I tuck away softly in her neat bun. Carter's P.O.V " She walks in beauty,
like the night of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that's
best of dark and bright meet in her aspect and her eyes. Anne and I don't walk home from school together. We never have. Anne usually walks home
early while I have baseball practice. But when I reach home, she's
always there, talking to Grandma, fussing over her and there is always a
flower in Grandma's hair. I shove my hands in my pockets, my eyes falling to the familiar cracks in the sidewalk beneath me. The wind carries scents of the neighbour hood up to me as I walked down the road. Dirt, rubber, grass, flowers reminding me of home, of her. The houses in the street are small and crooked, but the trees are large and stand up tall. I reach home and quietly
make my way upstairs to the second floor of the apartment. The door
creaks open and sure enough, Anne's there. Currently, she is engrossed in baking a fresh batch of cupcakes with Grandma. We get along with the insurance money but Grandma likes to have an ever flowing business of baked goods and Anne loves to be her assistant. I accidentally bump the table and the noise shatters the silence. They both jerk up. "Oh..Hey, Carter!" Anne smiles at me, making me melt. Today Grandma's bun has a bunch of periwinkles, the pink color highlighting her auburn hair. "Carter, Your shoes!" Grandma chides. I look down at my dirty sneakers and mutter "Sorry Grandma" giving her a sheepish grin. Anne starts preparing to leave. She never talks to me here. The only time I actually see her talk is when we meet at the tree house. The tree house was built with a few weeks of work in the summer hols in the second grade, a month before the car accident which killed my parents. Since then, we have a place to ourselves.. When my parents died, I
thought my world would come to an end. Standing in the church in my
borrowed mourning black, I was dimly aware of Grandma standing beside
me, the other mourners huddled around the grave. The End. Poised to unleash some terrible wrath and sweep us all right out. I let go of Grandma's hand, for I was ready to be swept away. Yet, somehow I still found myself standing at the end of the ceremony. I stooped and cast a handful of earth atop the casket, accepted a lily from the vicar and joined the train of black clad figures trailing back. But I couldn't leave them there. I wanted to sit there and scream my anger at the unfairness of the world and that's where Anne came in. She sent grandma back with her mother and we walked to the tree house where I wept and she didn't stop me. And that was when I started loving her, so much so that my heart ached. © 2016 RomalinaAuthor's Note
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6 Reviews Added on January 13, 2016 Last Updated on January 13, 2016 Tags: love, romance, sweet, teen fiction, highschool, friends, adventure, new age AuthorRomalinaCAAboutI love all my beautiful readers!! So do check out my works :) If you are writing a story and want it to be read... I do honest critiques :) I am also up for reading requests :) If you just wa.. more..Writing
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