I didn't care. I didn't care if I looked like an idiot; like a mental psychopath. I needed to know her name.
The door opened faster than last time and I grinned at her confusion.
"Hey again."
"Hi. Did you forget something?" Her voice squeaked slightly at the end of her sentence.
"Actually, yes I did."
A little frown pursed between her eyebrows. "Oh?"
"I forgot to ask your name," I said in a jumbled mess of letters. It occurred to me that she seemed flattered by this because her cheeks flushed a deep red.
"I'm Arianne."
I grinned at this, as if excited by the mere mention of her name. "Well I'm"
"Freddie," she cut me off, still grinning. "I know. You told me remember?"
"Yes. I do. Now I mean I remembered before but, um" I didn't know what else to say. So I waved my hand a little bit, and then turned to my room. I heard the door shut behind me and I looked up at Jameson, dumbfounded. He seemed to share my amazement because his mouth was slightly ajar as well as mine.
"She" I started, lamely. "She was amazing."
Suddenly Jameson laughed. "That's what I gathered"
I frowned up at his mocking, and then turned towards my room. Here we go. 154. The start of a new life. And I had a gut feeling that it would include Arianne.
Someday My Prince Will Come : Chapter 3
Chapter Two-Arianne
The next day, I woke up with a start. I had just dreamed about my mom. She was walking down the stairs in our house when suddenly, someone burst through the door with a black mask. She ran down as fast as she could and tried to grab me, but the man got to her before she could. Another man came in and rushed toward me. Then I blacked out and the next thing I know is I'm in a police station and my mother is dead. The man in the mask shot her. Luckily, the police found him nearby and arrested him. The police told me that it was my dad. I hadn't seen him in months, and my mom told me that he was on a business trip. I found that strange at my tender age because he never wore a suit I was recovering at the police station when suddenly, to my astonishment, I saw Freddie walking toward me, arms wide open. That's when I woke up. I wiped the sweat off of my face and got out of bed. That dream shook me up more than I wanted to. I hopped into the shower and let the hot water pour over my body; down every curve, every pore, every muscle, until I felt completely relaxed. The part about my mom dying wasn't the part that scared me. I had nightmares about that all the time. It had only been ten years, okay? Yes. The dream was actually not a dream. It was a nightmare. And that's all I can remember from that time. Before it, yes. After it, yes. But for some reason I couldn't remember anything else. Maybe that was a good thing.
I was getting dressed when I remembered who was there at the police station; Freddie. I shook my head slightly; getting those thoughts out of my head and conscience.
The scary part; I had always wished that instead of my uncle coming through the door, that it was someone that I actually cared about. Someone that I loved with all my heart. And then, there came Freddie. I couldn't love him! How could I? I met him last night! I needed to stop thinking about it. Things like that really took a lot of my thought process away and I needed to have my entire mind here if I was going to be seeing Freddie any time soon.
That next day was definitely a busy one. I didn't get any more knocks on my door from Freddie, and I was starting to believe that it was a very good thing. The effect he had on me was absolutely astounding. I didn't usually dream about people unless they made an extreme effect upon my life in some way. My mom, my dad my aunt and uncle why Freddie?
Thoughts like these filled my mind as I made my way down to my first class, Home Ec. It was for general ed., and I thought it was probably a good class to take, seeing as I how I would be cooking for myself the
The door opened faster than last time and I grinned at her confusion.
"Hey again."
"Hi. Did you forget something?" Her voice squeaked slightly at the end of her sentence.
"Actually, yes I did."
A little frown pursed between her eyebrows. "Oh?"
"I forgot to ask your name," I said in a jumbled mess of letters. It occurred to me that she seemed flattered by this because her cheeks flushed a deep red.
"I'm Arianne."
I grinned at this, as if excited by the mere mention of her name. "Well I'm"
"Freddie," she cut me off, still grinning. "I know. You told me remember?"
"Yes. I do. Now I mean I remembered before but, um" I didn't know what else to say. So I waved my hand a little bit, and then turned to my room. I heard the door shut behind me and I looked up at Jameson, dumbfounded. He seemed to share my amazement because his mouth was slightly ajar as well as mine.
"She" I started, lamely. "She was amazing."
Suddenly Jameson laughed. "That's what I gathered"
I frowned up at his mocking, and then turned towards my room. Here we go. 154. The start of a new life. And I had a gut feeling that it would include Arianne.
Someday My Prince Will Come : Chapter 3
Chapter Two-Arianne
The next day, I woke up with a start. I had just dreamed about my mom. She was walking down the stairs in our house when suddenly, someone burst through the door with a black mask. She ran down as fast as she could and tried to grab me, but the man got to her before she could. Another man came in and rushed toward me. Then I blacked out and the next thing I know is I'm in a police station and my mother is dead. The man in the mask shot her. Luckily, the police found him nearby and arrested him. The police told me that it was my dad. I hadn't seen him in months, and my mom told me that he was on a business trip. I found that strange at my tender age because he never wore a suit I was recovering at the police station when suddenly, to my astonishment, I saw Freddie walking toward me, arms wide open. That's when I woke up. I wiped the sweat off of my face and got out of bed. That dream shook me up more than I wanted to. I hopped into the shower and let the hot water pour over my body; down every curve, every pore, every muscle, until I felt completely relaxed. The part about my mom dying wasn't the part that scared me. I had nightmares about that all the time. It had only been ten years, okay? Yes. The dream was actually not a dream. It was a nightmare. And that's all I can remember from that time. Before it, yes. After it, yes. But for some reason I couldn't remember anything else. Maybe that was a good thing.
I was getting dressed when I remembered who was there at the police station; Freddie. I shook my head slightly; getting those thoughts out of my head and conscience.
The scary part; I had always wished that instead of my uncle coming through the door, that it was someone that I actually cared about. Someone that I loved with all my heart. And then, there came Freddie. I couldn't love him! How could I? I met him last night! I needed to stop thinking about it. Things like that really took a lot of my thought process away and I needed to have my entire mind here if I was going to be seeing Freddie any time soon.
That next day was definitely a busy one. I didn't get any more knocks on my door from Freddie, and I was starting to believe that it was a very good thing. The effect he had on me was absolutely astounding. I didn't usually dream about people unless they made an extreme effect upon my life in some way. My mom, my dad my aunt and uncle why Freddie?
Thoughts like these filled my mind as I made my way down to my first class, Home Ec. It was for general ed., and I thought it was probably a good class to take, seeing as I how I would be cooking for myself the
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