• Caroline walked solemnly home with her arms filled with books. Her live had pretty much hit the gutter. Her whole ten years of school she had been very content with her life, she had a crush on a boy she never talked to and her best, and only friend Mary never gave her a second alone, but now everything was screwed up. The crush who she had so adored through grade school and middle school and even into high school had made a fool of her in front of the whole school. Several minutes later she discovered her best friend was in a car wreck and was now in the hospital at critical treatment.
    Her life was barely worth living anymore. Caroline checked the streets to make sure no one was watching before she began to sob uncontrollably. Life wasn’t worth living she told herself as she walked down the street. Suicide was the only way she kept telling herself as she crept slowly to her house. To her demise. Everything in her life had seem to fall into darkness, but out of the darkness a hand. Caroline grabbed the hand that was suddenly resting on her shoulder. She spun around suddenly to be looking up into blue eyes of a boy her age. She was, in fact, so lost in those blue eyes that she didn’t hear what he said but when he repeated she was addled.
    “Why are you crying?” the boy questioned with concern etched across his voice. The word just flowed so effortlessly from his mouth it seemed like he was heavenly. His voice reminded her of a cool summer breeze. “why are you crying?” he repeated. She never did let go of his hand she just used her other hand to brush the scarlet colored hair out her eyes.
    “I don’t know.” she stated clearly in a trance created by his blue eyes. He just smiled widely and started to walk still not letting go of her hand. They strolled through the park where he walked her over to a bench and they sat. he grabbed her other hand with his and leaned curiously forward. She hadn’t noticed yet but the boy was about her age (16) and a foot taller than her. that’s not saying much when you’re only four foot six. His dirty blonde hair slightly shaded his mysterious blue eyes. His complexion was clear like he didn’t even know what the word zit meant. Caroline had curly scarlet red hair that went down to her shoulder blades. She was a petite girl , but if there was one word she didn’t know it would be strength.
    “What’s your name?” he questioned further. Caroline started to blush a deep rose red as the blood rushed to her embarrassed face. He was still holding her hand and now he was leaning closer and she couldn’t get the words out. Why had this very beautiful boy choose to talk to her what was she worth she thought.. He must of noticed her blushing, it would have been impossible not to, because he got a curios look on his face and then the concerned look came back.” Are you okay,” he asked only inches from my face now.
    She was now using her arms for support as she leaned back he leaned forward, then she stumbled and nearly fell of, but he caught her steadfast in his iron grip before her head could hit the cement that the park bench rested sturdily on. I stared into his blue eyes before the word finally came out. They came out jumbled like letter after letter were tripping over each other. “ Caroline,” she said smiling.(to be continued)