chapter 2

    I settled back in my seat. One more flight and I would be in my new home. As I moved around in my seat my purse fell off my lap. I picked it back up. The man sitting next to me picked something up off the ground.

   “Is this yours?” he asked, in a strong accent that I couldn’t place.

   It was the letter. I had forgotten about it. “Yes, thank you,” I said. As I took it from him, I noticed his eyes. They were a vivid green, contrasting his dark skin and hair. He was really cute! He was probably around twenty-seven. “A letter from your husband?” he asked.

   I smiled; I always got asked if I was married. “No. I’m not married.” I said.

   He smiled “I’m Andrew King.” He stuck out his hand.

   I shook it. “I’m Kristen Dennin,” I said, smiling.

   “Such a pretty girl traveling alone? Where are you going?” Andrew asked. “I’m going to Andorra to study French.” I said “Where are you going?” “I’m going to Andorra also. Isn’t that where the plane is going?” he said, laughing. I laughed with him. “You avoided my question. Why are you going to Andorra?” I asked. “For business.” He said vaguely. “What do you do?” I asked, curious. “I do little things in my company, here and there.” Andrew said. I wondered why he was looking so uncomfortable. Before I could ask him any more questions, the flight attendant asked if we wanted anything to drink. I said no, but Andrew asked for some wine. After he drank his wine, he went to sleep. While he was sleeping, I got out my letter and started reading.

   Dear Kristen,


   There is a good chance that I might not come home from my assignment. Before I leave I just wanted to let you know that I love you and if I don’t come back I won’t blame you for going and being happy with someone else. In fact please do. I want you to be happy for the rest of your life with that lucky guy you pick. And just in case you don’t believe me, I promise I won’t come back to haunt you.

   I stopped reading. I couldn’t see the letter anymore, because I was crying so hard. I fished a tissue out of my purse. My fingers brushed against the package that Bev gave me. I took it out and opened it. It was a picture frame. Inside the picture frame was a picture. It was the picture I was going to use for mine and Collin’s engagement picture. We were sitting on a picnic blanket with our food laid out in from of us. I was sitting next to Collin, with my face turned up, returning his kiss. We had been at a Young Single Adults activity. I dried my tears and smiled. Bev had surprised me later by showing me the picture.

   My tissue was soaked. “Here.” Andrew said, handing me a tissue.” “Thanks.” I said. I hadn’t noticed he had woken up. I smiled. “I must look like a mess.” I said. “I think you look beautiful.” Andrew said. That did it. I started crying again. I stood up and went to the bathroom. I glanced at Andrew’s face. He looked bewildered. As I locked myself in the bathroom, I noticed I was still holding the letter. I dried my tears and finished the letter.

I love you with my heart and soul. I hope that we can be together again someday.


Yours Eternally,


Love,


Collin

   My tears were gone. I was suddenly angry at Collin.

   How could he tell me to marry someone else and then tell me he was mine eternally?! Thanks a lot Collin! I shouted in my head. I stopped. I just yelled at a letter. I started laughing. Once I started laughing I couldn’t stop. It became hysteric. I calmed myself down. Wow, my emotions were really out of wack. I guess being on a plane for eighteen hours straight without sleep can do that to you. I took a deep breath, wiped the mascara under my eyes, and walked out of the bathroom.

   I walked back to my seat. Andrew was either asleep again, or else pretending to be. I didn’t blame him. I wouldn’t want to deal with myself either. The captain came over the intercom. “This is your captain speaking. We are about to touch down in Andorra. Please fasten your seatbelts. Thank you.” He said in rapid French. I understood enough French to know to put my seatbelt on.

   As we touched down, Andrew woke up. He looked at me, gauging whether I was going to cry again. “Are you feeling better?” Andrew asked. “Much better, Thank you.” I said. “Thanks again for the tissue.” “No problem” he replied. I gathered my purse. People were starting to leave. Andrew grabbed my arm. “Can I have your number?” he asked. I was a little taken aback. I smiled incredulously. “You want my number after that little emotional outburst?” I asked. He smiled. He was probably relieved I didn’t start crying. “Maybe I can take your mind off some things.” He said. I raised my eyebrows, “Alright, I’m willing to let you try.” I said smiling. I wrote my number on the piece of paper he handed to me. “Here ya go.” I said. Who knows, maybe he could take my mind off Collin.

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

6 months later

     “Do you have everything?” my roommate Bev asked.

     “Yes I have everything.” Bev had been my roommate since my freshman year in college. She was the one who helped me pull out of my emotional rut 6 months ago. A fiery redhead from England, she has a red hot temper, but a sweet compassionate personality. She was always worrying about something or someone. We were at the airport now, waiting for my flight to France. I was going to study French in Andorra for a little while, to get my mind off of Collin. So far it wasn’t working.

     “Remember, I’ll always send you your stuff if you’ve forgotten anything. But you have to send me letters, and call me, okay?” she said.

     Okay, I will, and don’t worry; I don’t think I forgot anything.” I said patting her on the shoulder.

     She leaned a little closer. “Do you have the ring?” she asked quietly.

     “Yes, and the picture” I said quickly before she could ask.

      She nodded. “Good.”

     Ruby had refused to take the ring back. So I kept it and now I was bringing it with me. Bev pressed a wrapped package into my hand. “Don’t open this until you get on the plane, okay?” she said looking at me intently.

     “I promise.” I said. Before I could say anything more, someone ran into me. I looked down and smiled. Taylor was hugging my legs as tight as she could.

     Taylor is Collin’s five year old little sister. I adore her, because she is the sister I never had. “Krissy, do you have to go?!” she wailed, her eyes wet with tears. I bent down to her level, and wiped the tears off her face.

     “I’m sorry Tay Tay, but I have to go to the big kid world.” I said smiling. She frowned, but then brightened again. “Can I open your letter?” Taylor asked.

     I cocked my head. “What letter?” I asked, confused.

     “Taylor!” said a scolding voice from in front of me. “That was supposed to be a surprise!” Ruby said.

     I stood up, still holding Taylor’s hand. “What letter?” I asked, curious. “Well I was going through Collin’s stuff today, and I found this.” Ruby said holding out a letter. “It had your name on it so I didn’t open it.” It did have my name on it.

     “Thank you” I said.

     Before I could say anything else, a voice came over the intercom. “Flight 26 to France is now boarding.”

     I turned to my friends, and my adopted family. “Thank you, for coming to see me off.” I said, “You don’t know how much I appreciate this.” My eyes were suddenly blurry with tears. Then, before I could hide my tears or walk away, I was engulfed in a giant group hug. Soon, they broke off. Ruby took Taylor’s hand, and I grabbed my suitcase. “Goodbye! I’ll call you guys as often as I can! I love you!” I said and I walked toward the portal. When I got to the portal I turned around and waved. They waved back. I turned back towards the portal, took a deep breath and walked to the plane.

Prolouge

Prologue


     He knelt on one knee, and pulled out a ring. “Will you, Kristen Dennin, consent to be my lawfully wedded wife from now through eternity?” Collin asked. Tall and blonde with striking blue eyes, Collin looked a little uncomfortable kneeling on the floor. I blinked. “Yes! Yes! Yes!” I said, smiling as I let it sink it. I was going to get married to the man of my dreams! Collin laughed, and with a mischievous glint in his eyes said, “Say it properly please.” I rolled my eyes. “I, Kristen Dennin, consent to being Collin Wakeworth’s lawfully wedded wife for now through eternity.” He smiled and put the ring on my finger and kissed me. Right in the middle of the kiss, his phone rang. He broke off and looked at his phone. He looked at me. “I have to take this. Forgive me?” he asked. “Of course,” I said giggling, “You just asked me to marry you! There will be plenty of time for payback later.” I said, jokes going through my head. He shook his head and laughed. His phone rang again. “I’m going in the kitchen, okay?” he asked, walking. I waved him off. “Ya go ahead. But don’t touch the cake!” I called.

     I stood up and straightened the blanket on the back of the couch. My roommates would be coming home soon. I laughed to myself. Boy, I owed them ice-cream. Collin’s voice was wafting towards me from the kitchen. “When do I leave?” He asked, his voice serious. “Yes, sir.” I heard a snap as his phone shut. I busied myself organizing magazines. He came in and hugged me from behind. “Well, hello to you, too.” I said, turning around and giving him a kiss. He laughed and let go. “I have to leave. Something came up at work. I should be back in a couple of weeks.” His voice was serious. Then his eyes crinkled. “In the meantime, you and my mom had better get working on my wedding.” He said mock serious. I raised my eyebrows. “Your wedding? Huh, I seemed to think you were proposing to me just now, not yourself.” I said, teasing him. He laughed, but then grew serious. “Do you trust me?” Collin asked.

     “Completely” I said.

     “Don’t forget that.”

      He walked over to get his jacket, but paused at the door. “I love you, Kris.” Collin said, smiling.

     “I love you too” I said. He walked out the door.

     Two weeks later, I was looking at a bridal magazine when the phone rang. I ran to the kitchen and picked it up hoping it was Collin. It was his mom, Ruby. She was crying. My mind immediately jumped to conclusions. Was Collin hurt? “He’s dead Kris! He’s dead!” She sobbed.

    “What?” I said, the word freezing my whole body. “Dead?” I asked faintly.

     Ruby just sobbed harder. I sank down on a kitchen chair. My whole body had gone numb. He can’t be dead, we are getting married. We were getting married. A deep breath from the phone pulled me out of my shock. It was Ruby, recovering from her crying.

     “Are you still there, dear?” she asked.

     “Ya” I said. “I have to go, the pizza man is here.” We both knew it was a lie, but she let it go.

     “You’re always welcome in our home, Kristen.”

     “I know” I said and hung up.

     After I had said goodbye to Ruby, I stood up and walked down the hall to my room. On top of my dresser was the velvet box that the ring had come in. I took the ring off my finger, carefully put it in the box, then put it in my sock drawer, out of sight. Then I collapsed on my bed and cried.

Goose girl by Shanon Hale

Synopsis: She was born with her eyes closed and a word on her tongue, a word she could not taste. Her name was Anidori-Kiladra Talianna Isilee, Crown Princess of Kildenree, and she spent the first years of her life listening to her aunt’s stories and learning the language of the birds, especially the swans. And when she was older, she watched as a colt was born, and she heard the first word on his tongue, his name, Falada

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Yearbook by Allyson B. Condie

It was the first day of school at Lakeview High, and everyone was afraid of something. Michaela Choi was afraid that Ethan Beck was never going to ask her out on a date.

Andrea Beck was afraid that someone would find her weak spot, the chink in her armor. She was afraid of knowing what it was herself.

Principal Downing was afraid she was going to die.

Julie Reid was afraid that no one would notice her. She was also afraid that someone would. And there was a deeper, unnamed fear inside her that she couldn't escape — a fear that she was nothing and no one. . .


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