Im 5 years old again. My parents and I are playing in the sand at a private beach. My dark red curls tumble down as I run to the ocean to get some more water. The salty sea air whips my hair around my face and I giggle. The suns out but my mother has put on so much sunscreen. The seagulls cry as they look for food. I dump my bright yellow bucket with water and struggle to bring it to the beach. I look up tho, and see two men pulling my mother by her hair, my father by his shirt collar. "mama! Papa!" I yell as I drop the bucket and run towards them. "Arianna my baby!" my mother cries. Her dark brown eyes spill tears as her brown curls bounce up and down as she's pulled by One of the men. My chubby legs can't seem to catch up. Now MY eyes pour out tears like a waterfall. I'm scared. My mother struggles but is only pulled back harder. I try to go for my father but he holds up a hand to tell me to stop, as he too resists. "Run Arianna! RUN!" he screams. I'm terrified by this sentence. I run, down the shore, tiny rocks burning the bottoms of my feet. My yellow one piece swimsuit sticks to my skin, making me more uncomfortable by each step I take- Does it sound good?
Update: I don't know where I'm going. All I doing is obeying my fathers orders. I look behind me. I see nobody, just my footprints that have been left is the cool white sand. I hear a piercing scream. I bump into someone. "Hello there." a woman says. I look up at her. She has long, straight blonde hair that looks white as it reflects from the sun. Her deep blue eyes stare at me as her hands move strand of hair from my frightened face. "Help me! My mama and papa-" I blurt out. My young tongue struggles to find words she'll understand. Another scream. A gunshot. The woman's eyes widen. "Oh my god!" she scoops me up in her arms and runs away from the scene, towards civilization. My cries block put everything except her soothing voice that Feels like silk as it rushes over me like a blanket. My cries turn to stiffles, then hiccups. I dont know what has happened but the woman is my angel, as she saves me from the terrifying death I could've had that day.
Chapter 1: I jerk my head up in time to feel the last vibrations of the ruler smacking against the desk. Looking up, I see Mr. Matthews, scowling and clearly pissed. "Arianna Smith, would you like to make the class write a thirty page essay on the Mona Lisa?" He questions. I shake my head. "No sir." I reply. "Good. Now place those chocolate brown eyes of yours on the board." he motions towards the board, which is covered in floor plans. I gulp and nod. Some girls giggle somewhere in the back. Being the youngest teacher in My high school, West Creek, León Mathhews, twenty-nine years old is always hopelessly flirted on. I don't know what it is about him that makes girls go pastthe limit for him. Maybe it's his curly black hair, or his piercing green eyes that seem to know your every thought. Or maybe it's his black goatee. Chances are, if he could pick any girl in the school, it would be Carly Tead, the ultra pretty in 11th grade.