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[BlissFoundEver…]

I stare at my reflection in the mirror. Long sunny blonde wavy hair, bright ice blue eyes, soft rosebud lips, and I stand five foot eight inches with a thin supermodel body. Yet I am not satisfied with my life. It's almost selfish to say I am not happy. I just cannot see why I should be with my dad always gone spying wherever the government sends him and my mother always in New York or France working with her models... She makes clothing. I feel alone all the time, and all the time I am alone in New Port Beach, California. If only I could find someone, anyone... To talk to. Now that I am finally away from the all girl's boarding school in London for summer break I would just like to at seventeen find a real guy for the first time.. I mean I have never even been kissed and I have never had a boyfriend... What would it be like to... To have one?

[booklover37]

These are my wishes, the thoughts that flow through my head as I stare out the window. The little oval, airplane window is a little foggy now that we've flown right into a cloud. I want to reach out and touch the white puffy substance, want to break the glass between us and just fly right through the cloud. My father beside me is typing away on his laptop computer. It's a little miniature thing, and as I look at it I have the urge to snatch it away from my father's prying hands and break it in half against the window. A little scene forms in my head... where I finally take control, break dad's laptop in half, and demand for his attention. In my imagination, dad would look at me, sadnesss in his eyes, and he'd apologize. He'd apologize for his lack of interest in me, for ignoring every word I say, and even yet for dragging me around on dangerous missions. But like I said, that is all in my imagination. The Pilot of the airplane announces that we have arrived. I stare out my window. It's a foggy, gloomy day and I can barely make out the other airplanes around us in JFK airport. New York... I could be anywhere. I have been everywhere. London, Tokyo, Madrid, Mexico City, Cancun... on and on and on. But where I really want to be is back in our beach house in New Port Beach, California. I long for the sound of crashing wave sand the feel of soft, warm sand in my toes. Unfortunately, that's impossible. Dad is stubborn and hardheaded. And  he decided that I'd be travelling to New York City with him, for the World something something Convention. Another boring convention where all the spies meet up and exchange notes, blah blah blah yawn. I look around me... Dad is already packing away his laptop and looking at me expectantly. I stand up, take a deep breath and follow my father out of the plane. Another boring mission, yey!

[J.R._BookWorm]

We get off and go try to find our bags.

It's a mess of people everywere you look, people; laughing, crying, hugging...kissing....

Like I said i've never kissed a boy, I wonder what it's like....

shoot for the

moon

even if you miss you'll land in the

stars

[EdHardyGirl]

Ow, ow! This story is grrrrrreat! [=

Dad never looks happy, never ever! He seems like he has a stick up his butt most of the day and like he has a bad memory for the rest. His attention is only for the spy missions, or for the women on the spy mission... Oops! I should not have mentioned that, my bad dad. Oh well it was going to come out anyway, the reason why he and mom are not a thing anymore... The reason why they broke up. Yeah, that would be my dad and his love for young 20-Somethings. So as we make our way towards dads dull convention we pass a horde of young women. Dad forgets I am even there, and I decide to be a little unpredictable. Moving fast, I run to the convention steps and sit. I stay there waiting for my dad to realize that hmm.. His daughter is NOT following him... It takes him much longer then it should too..

"Azrael Duval?!"

 I choose not to answer, not to be the little do gooder.

I am not daddys little girl, daddy forgot about me when I was young. Left me heartbroken over the fact that all the girls around me had ever present fathers and mine didnt care.

He left mom in a state of depression.

Left.

Turning away, I pull on the Dolce and Gabana shades he gave me to buy my love and forgivness. I take a glance back at "daddy" and make a runway walk for the nearest subway station. Goodbye little miss goodie too shoes. Hello Mrs Independent.

[booklover37]

Just as I neared the subway station, I caught sight of a little, chubby man with a mustache. He stood behind a cart, swirls of smoke and steam rose above it. I walked quickly towards it, smelling the sweet, mouthwatering smell of fried food. The man looked at me expectantly, "What do you want miss?"

"I want..." I smiled, thinking of all the times my father had refused me fried food. Of course, the perfect spy's daughter must not be fat. That would be horrible! "I want two hot dogs, a can of soda, and a bag of raosted peanuts!" I squealed.

The man looked at me strangely as if thinking, is this girl crazy? But I'm sure this wasn't new to him.

As I stood there waiting for my food, I glanced around the crowded streets of Manhattan. There were so many people! So different! Of course, I had been to New York City before but I never had the chance to actually experience anything, look at the people, favor the foods, visit Chinatown... there was so much to do.

"Miss? Miss, your food is ready," he handed it to me and I shoved my money in his palm.

I joined the throng of people headed towards the subway station and took a seat at a not-so-dirty looking bench to wait for the train. I ate my hot dogs quickly, savorig every bite. When I was done, I threw everything away and stepped inside the subway. That's when I heard a voice behind me and felt a hand at my shoulder. "Excuse me... Are you

someone else can pick up from there

[J.R._BookWorm]

her name's Azrael? right?

Azrael?!?!"

I looked at the women standing in front of me....

"Mom?!"

[BlissFoundEver…]

Yeah. And good entry. (:

Her eyes took on a wide look as if she was shocked to see me. Shocked that I could be standing in front of her. A man by her side turned around and looked at me, and by looked I mean looked at me as if I were a pest, a fan of moms work and a fan girl pest! Seriously who did he think he was, she is MY mother. Shaking my head I dismiss their rude attitude and walk away. I walk far and find myself at a dark clearing in an abandoned parking lot. Upon hearing footsteps I feel sick to my stomach. Slowly my curiosity takes over and I turn around and am face to face with easily the hottest guy I have ever laid my eyes on. He looks concerned too...

"You look lost."

His eyes cautiously catch mine.

I force a small smile, and feel my cheeks heat up.

"I guess you could say I have had a long day..."

He nods as if he understands.

"So what is your name?"

Blushing deeper I know I want and might just have to tell this stranger my name.

"Azrael, yours?"

He smiles a wide slow smile.

"Zake." 

[J.R._BookWorm]

For a moment I just stared...

 He had big green eyes, shaggy black hair that fell in he's eyes, he's tall and lean, but not too skinney, he's skin is a pale almost ghostly white...

[booklover37]

this is going good! i wanna add next but i have a question for all of you guys that have added on... do you guys want this to be supernatural in anyway?? or just a regular reality teen fiction type of story?

[J.R._BookWorm]

oh....

I just made his skin that way....

but if you want it to be a horror story then ok!

what does everyone eles think....?

[Funk-Love]

anyone who says the dad has a stick up his butt is A-OK with M-E.... lol

yuppp i like it  ill post later

[Funk-Love]

but i also say make it a teen story cept maybe put a bit of pop culture in it

[J.R._BookWorm]

what kind of pop cultuer....?

[BLUEICEGAL]

i was almost put of when i read about her being perfect with the perfect life to be truthful... but then when u said shed never been with guys and never had fried food put it across that there was more to it, now thats some messed up stuf, i mean how can u live without fried food, lmao so yh its comming along good keep it up

[J.R._BookWorm]

so is someone gonna add-on......?

[BlissFoundEver…]

You guys can make the guy supernatural if you want. (:

[BlissFoundEver…]

His voice was very formal, and he appeared to be completely mysterious. 

Just the way I like.

I had to take a deep breath and let it out, looking away I knew my cheeks would have the slightest bit of red tinting them.

"Do you always sneak up on people, or is this just a coincidence?"

It comes out before I can stop myself.

A smile slowly spreads across his entirely handsome face as he catches my eye.

"What if this is all coincidence?"

What if I am feeling scared and entirely attracted all at once?

"Erm..."

I really did have nothing to say, this guy Zake took my breath away.

I felt a need to find out about his life, maybe hear about his story or how he came to be Zake the entirely sexy guy standing in front of me.

"You look confused... Azrael."

The way he said my name!

[J.R._BookWorm]

"Oh....um...."

I stammered. What so I say? I had no idea of what to say or do....I felt my face go read....

[BlissFoundEver…]

     "Do you remember me Azrael?"

I could see his lips moving, hear his voice clearly... But my eyes were focussed on those lips! Soft, full, kissable and way too beautiful to concentrate on anything but them. Gosh he must think I am slow or something how I am simply staring at his lips... And ignoring everything that comes out of his mouth.

     "Azrael, are you okay?"

My tongue sweeps across my lips, wetting them. Maybe he could look at my lips the way I looked at his? Or maybe not.

     "Oh you know, just a heat flash."

Zake looks at me as if I am the oddest person he has ever looked at in his life. Honestly, maybe I am. I hope not. I would afterall like a chance with this guy. There are hardly any guys out there this gorgeous! 

[EdHardyGirl]

I for some reason recognize him, recognize his presence as a familiar guy. I know him! I do. But where, when? Why? Did we meet back home? Does he know I am one hundred percent Greek? What?! It makes me furious. I want to scream. Why can I not place where he comes from. Why? My memory sits like a fog I cannot get through.