The World: Days Of Innocence

The World: Days Of Innocence The World: Days Of Innocence

Status: Finished

Genre: Romance

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Status: Finished

Genre: Romance

Summary

First time writing a romance. I'm very worried. This story will have relationships from all walks of life, straight and same-sex. If that bothers you I understand, but please don't harass me,Just pass it by. It will start out pretty clean. I will try to write tasteful love scenes.

Summary

First time writing a romance.

I'm very worried.

This story will have relationships from all walks of life, straight and same-sex. If that bothers you I understand, but please don't harass me,Just pass it by.

It will start out pretty clean. I will try to write tasteful love scenes.

Chapter1 (v.1) - The World: Days Of Innocence

Author Chapter Note

First time writing a romance. I'm very worried. This story will have relationships from all walks of life, straight and same-sex. If that bothers you I understand, but please don't harass me,Just pass it by. It will start out pretty clean. I will try to write tasteful love scenes.

Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: September 20, 2012

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Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: September 20, 2012

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A coincidence of fate. 



"If you do not create your destiny, you will have your fate inflicted upon you" 


William Irwin Thompson.

 

 

 

 


I do not care about pointless things such as being popular, belonging or even being liked unlike that person…



"Well screw you!" 


I watch as Lily Evergreen storms down the hallway past me, our conversation forgotten by her. I turn my blank stare back to the tall figure a couple lockers down from mine, Zander Parker. 

He grins at me as he rubs his slightly red cheek. "Women can be so violent sometimes" 

I despise him. 

I give him a bored stare. "Well if all men are uncouth like you parker it's no surprise"

He laughs. "You would say something like that wouldn't you?"

I raise an eyebrow at him. "You know me?" 
He walks over and flops against the locker next to me. "Nope, not a clue" He draws out the word clue while a wide grin spreads across his face.

I resist the urge to gap in outrage I give him a dark look instead. 

We have been in the same classes for three months! Not that someone like Parker would notice someone as far down the food chain as I am.

He strikes a mock thinking pose. "I know your Lily's study partner. She talks about you and from the conversation I got that you are like a mean little dog who thinks he's a big dog, all bark, and no bite" 

I cross my arms while I sneer at his wide idiotic smile. 

"I guess that makes you the big dog stupid dog that everyone likes because it's so stupid" His grin threatens to split his face in half. "So I guess that means you like me too?" 

I glare at him.

He hunches over laughing loudly, while covering his mouth trying to stifle it. "There you go again, being mean"

He stands up and smiles at me so brilliantly, it startles me to have such a smile directed toward me.

"So what is your name?" I blink then look at my feet. 

I will not let this guy rattle me. 

I ignore his question, turn back to my locker, and finish grabbing my things from the locker, which I was originally doing before the scene unfolded. I close it and start to walk away. A hand on my arm stops me. 

"Hey now, you didn't tell me your name" I can hear the playful tone in his voice. 

He is messing with me. Everything about his existence pisses me off.

I give him a cool look before I push his hand off.
"It's one someone as prestigious as you are would not deem worthy of remembering I'm sure"
I continue toward class. I can feel his eyes on me.





"Alright class we are going to be having partners for-Mr. Black wake up this instant!" Mrs. Walker slams a book onto her desk. Chris Black shoots up from his slumped position on his desk and
Promptly falls out of his seat, right on his ass. 
Everyone in class starts howling with laughter. 

I am far to annoyed to even make a comment about his stupidity. Partners? Why do we need to have partners for! 

Once the class settles down and Black gets back into his seat with exaggerated carefulness.
Mrs. Walker starts picking at imaginary dust on her blouse to regain her temper. Between Parker, Black, and the other general fools I am surprised the women had not lost her mind. I would not be surprised at all, if she did snap one day.

"As I was saying…you will pick a series of stories or poems with your partner and then you have free creative flow to present your project anyway you chose." I feel a migraine coming on. 

As students, start chatting about what they want to do and whom they want to do it with. Sighing, I glance over at one of the few students that will speak to me, Dash McQueen. 

We always end up being partners because I hate people, and would rather gouge my eyes out with a thumbtack, and he would rather be doing some girl in the back of his red Porsche his parents bought for him last year. 

If I pick him I can just do all the work myself then have him read some deep Shakespeare nonsense, everyone will swoon over the jock like they always do and we will both pass with an easy A. 

"There is one more thing everyone; you don't get to pick your partners or genre"

Or not… 

Everyone starts to protest, but a sharp glare from Walker stops them right away.
"Now pick a genre out of the jar, and then the person with the same genre as yours will be your partner." 

Everyone gets into a line, but I sit and wait until it shortens. I watch Parker grab his card; I hang my head and pretend to be reading something in my book I had been reading while the teacher had been talking.

I hear Black talking loudly as he always, I glance over and see that Parker is frowning down at his card and Black is looking at it over his shoulder while snickering. Why must these loud idiots surround me?

I get up and stand behind the last students. There is only one card left. I pick it up and sit down in my seat before I open it.

I stare at it blankly for a minute, set it down on my table, then pick it back up, hoping it had magically changed, and then feeling stupid for doing such a childish gesture. I glare at the neat cursive letters. If looks could kill, the card would be a black burnt smudge on my desk right now.

"Hey! Who got the genre love?" Black says while making disgusting kissing noises. I freeze then turn hoping it is not Black, then hoping it was because anything is better than him… I see the real owner of the car snatch it from Black. Zander-I am so dame brilliant Parker. 


Allow me to testify ladies and gentlemen of the jury: that there is no god.


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