Alright... so I have failed at many other stories... But I am sure this one will be unique in a way. I started this story about a year ago at home on looseleaf... and am still writing it. It is most likely to be for an older audience and even my mother has told me it's a bit much for a fifteen year old (me) to be writing! So please don't hate and call me weird! But I really hope you enjoy this new story (also going to be watered down from my REAL version which is very long!) Hope you enjoy... Amore Andante (Love at a Slow Pace) Sincerely, Katie Shute ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Prologue It was becoming late... I should've have been home by now but I couldn't go home now, I still had after school duties to do. I was sweeping up a mess I had made in the laboratory when I knocked over a few lab tubes. "Oh no..." I sighed looking outside. "It's already dark!" "Armeria?" I jumped. But wad relieved when it was the school custodian. He looked at me funny before he spoke again. "I'll be closing the school up soon, do you mind, if you need more time that is, if I leave you the front door key and let you finish closing?" "You mean you're going to leave?" I asked. "I'm sorry. You're still only thirteen. It's alright I can wait," he said smiling. "No it's okay Mr.Henrich, I can close up! I'm almost done anyways," I said smiling at him. "Well... Alright then. Be careful," he said and he left the key on one of the desks. He waved before he disappeared. He wouldn't get into trouble. I was student council president of the local middle school, Imperial Cross Academy, or ICAM, the "M" representing "Middle School". All the teacher adored me so I knew I wouldn't get into trouble either. I heard a door open and I whipped my head around. "Mr.Henrich?" I said quietly. When there was no answer I decided it was nothing and went back to work. "Hey, Armeria? Right?" I gave a small scream before a turned around to face a tall man with tousled black hair and dark eyes. He had a pale face and was very handsome. I recognized him. He was a senior and ICAH the high school down the road. He was popular amongst the girls. "Jordan!" I shouted. "Why are you here?" "You know my name?" "Many of the students do here. We all admire you," I said. I frowned. "Um... how did you get in here... and why? There's no way you could've been let in! Why the hell are you here?!" I demanded. Truth be told... I wad scared! "Because," he said and he pushed me against the wall. "What...? Stop! Get off!" I shouted. He turned my head towards him and kissed my lips roughly. I cringed ad I felt his lips make their way down my neck and his hands moving around. I was too scared to even cry or to even move for that matter. "S... Stop!" I cried. "Please! Please stop! PLEASE!!" I screamed when he pinned me to the floor. "What are you... going to do?!" "Don't try to stop me!" he shouted and he slapped me. I knew what he was going to do... And when it was over and he was finished he left me on the cold floor... As if leaving me there to rot. I so badly to die... I wanted... to die. I could finally feel the tears rolling down my cheeks. What the hell had just happened and why? I was found the same night by the principal and the police and they called my mother... She came and I she had always sent me to certain classes after school to help my 'traumatization', bur I continued on life as it used to be, even being able to laugh and cry when Jordan was arrested... But I knew in my heart thar I would never be the same again..
Chapter 1 3 years later... I stretched my arms high in the air. It was the first day of my second year in high school and I wasn't as excited as most people are. I had very little friends at ICMH, because of my lack of communication... I was student council vice president again this year, somewhat upset about it. Though I wondered who had the job of chairman of the student council. "Armeria!" shouted my best friend Kendra. She was running over to me. "Good morning Kendra!" I called out. "You like?" she asked spinning slowly in front of me. "No. You dress atrociously..." I admitted. Her hair she had cut recently, her brown hair just below the ear... very short. She wore her school uniform terribly as well. The undershirt hanging loosely underneath the vest and her skirt rolled up a bit to expose her inner thighs. And her necktie hung loosely around her neck. "At least let me tie your necktie a bit..." I said and I walked over to her and tied it up. "What's with the skirt?" "It looks better like this," she insisted. "No it does not!" I argued. "It makes you look like a sex symbol around campus and I don't want you looking like that!" "Okay, prez!" she joked. "I'm not student council president anymore! I haven't been since middle school! But I would like to know who it is! It better not be some low class student who does everything the student body asks for." "Yeah yeah! They all have to be strict and stubborn like you, I get it!" Kendra joked again. "That's not funny! I am not that strict! I just like having everything very organized and neat so that some dumb ass kid won't screw it up, that's all!" I said coldly. "You are so selfish, you know..." "I have to be... otherwise I won't do my best and I will fall behind... I won't fall behind..." "Haha! You take things so seriously! This is high school Armeria! Enjoy it while you can, we only have three years of it and only more year after this one before we move on with our lives." "Yeah..." "Well let's start walking to school, I don't want to be late on my first day!" she said. "Hey what home room did you get into? Not that I really have to ask," she asked me. "I made class A," I told her. "Figures. You've made class A since out second year in elementary school!" "Hmm... so I have. What about you? What class did you make?" I asked. She rubbed the back of her neck and gave a small nervous laugh. "Ah haha, I made class D... I tried really hard to even try to make it into class C last year I really did!" "I believe you," I said. "I guess I'm alone again," I laughed. "I guess so. Well I'll try and make it into class A for next year. I want to see what it's like to be in a home room with a bunch of smart kids!" I laughed. "Silly... It's not what you think it is. Most of the kids in my home room are more serious and strict than me." "Wow must be Hell-on-Earth!" I laughed. "Whatever you think!" and we both laughed all the way to school. I had no idea of what awaited me there though...
"Good morning. My name is Armeria Masterson of class A and I am very pleased to meet you. I am student council vice president, and I hope you all have a good year. First off..." First day of school assembly. There was always someone who spoke to the student body about new rules, changes and things like that. "Isn't the student council president supposed to do the speech?" I growled at the student council secretary, Jennifer Hilder. We were in the student council office and I was extremely angry. "I'm sorry. But he did not show this morning..." "I can see that! Where is he?!" I demanded. "I'm here, sorry I'm late." I turned around. When I saw him I wanted to cry. Burst into tears but I was to frightened to do anything. "Armeria?" he asked. "Dante..." I whispered. Dante Ingram... why was he president?! Of all people why... him?! He looked exacty like THAT guy... even though I knew he wasn't, it still scared me... "I... I have to go!" I said and I ran past him. Tears formed in my eyes as I ran. This was going to be the worst year... I remembered meeting Dante for the first time... Last year, beginning of high school... "Oh no!" I turned around. Was someone hurt? I noticed a boy, probably my age looking at a tree. What a funny person. Then I realized there was something in the tree. A paper of some sort. "What's in the tree?" I asked. He didn't turn around. "My schedule! I moved here in the summer so I am not familiar with the campus at all!" "You know they have extra schedules at the office," I told him. "Oh... well still..." "Hang on," I said. I undid my shoelaces and took one of my shoes off. I hurled it at the tree and watched the paper flutter to the ground. As I walked up to the boy I couldn't help but notice how masculine he was. "Oh. Thank you," he said turning around. My eyes widened and I took a step backwards. His face... he looked like... THAT guy... his hair was black and his eyes dark as well. Even his skin was pale. His face just as handsome... and just as haunting... "Hello. My name is Dante Ingram. I moved here recently, I hope we get to know each other better." "Not likely," I whispered. "Sorry?" he asked. "Nothing. I have to get to class, good bye," I said and I turned and left him there. Present... I remembered that day and how it haunted me. Why did he have to look so much like THAT guy? I hated him so much... and for what? Mistakenly looking like someone I feared... I was stupid... but I was scared...
"Damn it!" I said quite loudly. A few students looked in my direction and I quickly turned a deep shade of red. "I apologize for my rudeness," I said. They all continued on and I sighed. "Damn it..." I whispered. "Something wrong?" I jumped and whirled around only to come face to face with Dante. "I... I'm fine!" I said. I glared at him and he looked confused. "I'm sorry... Did I do something wrong?" he asked. "It... it doesn't matter. Anyways I have to go, so stop bothering me," I said and I turned to leave. "Please tell me what is bothering you!" he said reaching out and taking my wrist. "Is it because I'm student council ad you're not?" "Please!" I scoffed, trying to release his grip on my wrist. "It's more than that, no please let me go, I need to be somewhere!" I lied. I watched as he obediently let go and I sighed and walked away. Sh*t... This was not going well... "Armeria? What's wrong? You look pale, my dear?" "Oh hi Kendra... I'm fine. Nothing to worry about. Everything's perfectly fine." "Perfectly fine my ass! You look like you're about to cry! Who the hell did this to you?! I'll beat the sh*t out of them!" she said showing me her clenched fist. "Haha! I said it's nothing! I ran into Dante and..." I couldn't continue. She understood what I meant. "You know..." she whispered. "You shouldn't be afraid of Dante. He's not the one who... you know... He's a nice person so why don't you give him a chance?" "Give him a chance?! I know he's not that guy! But it still scares me! You don't know what it was like that night! You have no clue what kind of hell I have been living through these last three years!" I shouted angrily. My eyes reared up and I began to cry. "I know... I'm sorry," she said as she wrapped her arms around me. "I'm sorry... I know I don't understand but... I'm just trying to help." I cried even more. "Thank you," I said. "I'm always here for you Armeria, I'm your best friend stupid," she held me tight and laughed. I smiled. "Best friend..."
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