Jace-Lyn

"Max?" some one asks hesitantly, from behind me. My heart leaps into my mouth. I do a 180 at warp nine. I swallow my heart and let out a childish gasp. He laughes at me and his smile is so wide you can see his dimples. Matteo Soul watches me with a toothy grin. His silver eyes sparkling in the sudden sunlight. My mouth dangles open and I just stare at him. He laughes again and I can't help but smile. I grasp at my heart and try and calm myself. "What are you trying to do, Soul? Give my a heart-attack?!?" I cry raising my eyebrows and smiling as wide as him. He purses his lips pensivly. "Maybe..." He says slowly, the word dragging soft

The sound of Taylor's voice shocks me out of my sleep. Every muscle in my body hurts. Tay doesn't say anything, she just smiles hopefully at me. She has one of those countageous kind of smiles and before I know it, I have one to match. How does she do that? Taylor's mom greets me warmly, althought I'm sure she hates me by now. Because of all the trouble I'm in. I'm sure she thinks I'm trying to drag Tay down with me. But something is different today. The look she gives me isn't disapointment. It's concern. We listen to me mumble something about washing my face. I practically crawl up the stairs and into the bathroom.  I have a bl

Phillips gestures for me to come up the steps. I follow obitiantly and stand beside him. He jabbs his key in the door and stops again. "Right. Call me Mr. Phillips." He says flatly. I nodd. "And... please try to behave."  Before I can argue that point, the door opens and a red-headed woman hears us come in and greets Stick Man with a kiss. I drop my bag and jacket on the floor and kick them to the side, so they won't get in the way. She looks at me and then back at Phillips. "Who's this?" she asks, smilling at me nervously, after Phillips shuts the door behind us. He slowly turns to face her. "Dear, this is Maxine Cade." he states. "Max, Th

I tigheten my grip around the cellphone and the reflection from the sun bounces off of it and shines in my eyes. I flip it open with my thumb and a catchy little tune plays. I like it, and I think I'm going to keep this. I stuff it in my pocket and deviate back into the moving crowd, looking around for somewhere to go. A fancy little clothes store calls my name. I slip in, unfortunalety someone spots me and takes dangerous strides towards me. "Come sa va?" a short french man in a stunning violet shirt asks. Is he speaking english? "I'm sorry... I don't speak german." my voice rings, as clear as a bell. The frenchman raises his eyebrow. "e

I pace away from that unpleasant scene, taking my time. I savor the moment. Everything plays like a movie in my head, their expressions were priceless and the groom turned out to be an alright guy. I brush some dirt off my knees and wipe my mouth with the back of my hand. I keep walking down the perfect trail until I'm in the city. I narrow my eyes at the events unfolding. Gigantic buildings kiss the sky and everything is in shades of grey. People scatter frantically, desperate to get to their destinations. Cars screach and citizens shake their fists, cursing at each other. The unlucky beg the crowd, but no one likes to share. Factories spe

I follow the trail obliviously, watching the clouds clear, leaving behind a delicate light blue sky. I kick up some dirt and roll up my sleaves. I walk past huge trees, bursting with beautiful pink blossoms, and perfectly square cut grass. Everything seems perfect, too perfect. I suddenly realize that I'm in the richie neighborhood, in the middle of Cresent Park. The sun shines so brightly and the sudden burst of color forces me to shield my eyes. I squint ahead and spot some kind of get-together. A party. Why wasn't I invited? I draw closer and see that it's not just a party. It's a wedding party! I cross my arms and feel a smile spread acro