Ally is just a normal Oakville girl. Smart, cute and has a passion for drawing. But one day, some one tries to kill her. Someone who? Well, let's just say he's not in it for the kicks... But what happens when your almost-murderer becomes your friend? Or something even more? Well, you know.... [banner removed by admins - banners must be 300 x 150 pix or smaller]
1. Chapter 1
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It all started on a Monday morning. Like most mornings, I woke up in my usual way, the alarm clock would go off, the radio would turn on, and I would lay half awake and half asleep, just waiting a minute before I get up. During this time, I just lay and think. I think about life, and how great it is. How nice it is to lay down on my large bed with the mountain of a comforter. I turned my head so I am looking down at my room. I loved it, it reminded me of myself. Beige walls, dark brown furniture, purple drapes, colourful artwork and shoes and clothes everywhere. It was so comforting to see all this.
It was when I turned my head to look out the window when I saw him. There, outside in the blizzard, was a boy. No, that would be a bit of an understatement, he was a man. He had dark brown shaggy hair that went lower than his ears, skin as white as paper, oval face, ruby red eyes, a bright red scarf and a hint of a grin on his face. I saw from the shoulders up, so it was quite odd when I saw him. It looked like he was casually standing up, which was crazy because my room was at the second floor of my house, so it was high from the ground. When I saw him, I was still half-asleep, so I just gave him a grin. He looked so shocked, but I wasn't able to see what he would do, for at that same moment, my mother opened the door and came in.
"Ally, its time to get up" she announced casually "What are you looking at?"
When I turned my head back to the window, he was gone.
"Oh ... um, it was just a ...cardinal" I replied meekly. My mother walked in and sat at the edge of my bed, and looked out the window.
"Hm, thats strange. You don't usually see cardinals in the winter" she said as she kissed my forehead.
The rest of the morning went on as usual. Got dressed, washed up, ate, and went to school. By the time I got to school I began to convince myself that my experiance from the morning was simply a dream. I mean, it had to have been, right? During the math lesson however, I got a note from my friend :
"You look sorta pale, whats up?"
I wrote back :
"Well somthing must be up cause you acted sorta weird earlier"
"Well I did have this weird dream last night, but thats all"
"What happened in the dream?"
"I woke up in my bed and saw the most handsomest boy in my window, and we had a sort of a staring contest"
"That is weird"
The rest of the day went on without any more weirdness. Thats how school always was. Nothing to extrodinary, but nothing boring. We’d have our laughs and snowball fights, we’d pass notes and wave to each other in the hall way. Usually, I got a bit tired from this regular routine, but today however, I enjoyed the normalness of it all.
When school was finished, I began to walk home. I had always had a tad bit of a love for fashion, but when it comes to cold, I don't care what I am wearing as long as I'm warm. Well, while we are on the subject I might as well explain my apperance. Tan-ish face from the summer, light brown-ish gold big eyes and long hair, square face, rosy cheeks, ever so slightly large hips, good weight, long legs and no muscle. Bundled up in a large winter jacket, I was ready for anything.
As it lightly snowed, I felt on top of the world. I loved all the seasons equally, but I found the winter the most intriguing. Sometimes, in only an overnight, the normal green and brown land could be transformed into an ice land. Of course, the other seasons made drastic changes as well, but the winters was the most noticeable for me. As I took the short-cut through the park, I was nearly brought to tears by the beauty. Snow covered all the trees and ground, sounds of children playing on the park and in the snow, seeing a Christmas tree already lit up in one of the windows of the houses...I was amazed.
I phoned my mum telling her that I was going to stay in the park for a tad bit longer. After finding a nice evergreen tree to sit under, I took out my sketch book and began to draw. The view in front of me was of the entrance to the woods, where there was and ageing bridge that went over the frozen creek.
I didn’t notice exactly when he first came, but somehow or another a man –the man I believe I saw earlier- was standing on the bridge, gazing out on to the creek. I couldn’t see his face, however, but I could see his bright red scarf. When I finished drawing, I took out my chalk pastels and lightly coloured white everywhere, but only giving color to the bright red scarf.
When I finished, he was gone.