• I stared at her. I tried as hard as I could to not make a noise, for he looked almost dangerous. His dirty blonde hair waved in the wind, he wore a black tuxedo, and had glimmering green eyes. I tried to move away silently for my journey had to begin soon. Big mistake. I stepped on a twig. He whipped around seeing me hiding in the bushes. The chase was on. I ran and I ran, but nothing was faster than this boy. He pushed me over and then I was out. I had hit my head on a rock on my way down to the ground. In an unconscience trance I could feel him pick me up in his muscular arms and take me away. I didn't know where he was taking me, but it wasn't back into the city. He carried me deeper and deeper into the forest. Until finally there was a small, circular clearing. I could feel I was being taken into a large tent. He layed me down on a small roll, where he would usually sleep. My head became cold as he bandaged my wound and put ice on it. I was unconscience for two days. During that time I could fee his gentle, but yet strong hands pull my hair out of my eyes every night. I don't know why, but this strangers hands relaxed me into even a deeper trance. When I finally woke up, I noticed I was alone. I jumped up an got out of the tent it looked deserted. Was I dreaming this all up. Then I saw some thing moving in the bushes. It was him he was coming to check on me. In time, since he woundn't let his "patient" out of the tent, I learned that his name was Lucas. And mine is Margaret.

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