Young Writers Society

Bella-

She didn't answer so I wen't to Micah. I saw this girl standing infront of him by the door. I pushed Micah Inside the room and grabbed the door. I looed at the girl. "Exuse us for a sec." I closed the door and looked at Micah with my arms crossed. "What happened to Tansy."

Micah

Just as I am about to answer the new girl, Bella pushes me back inside the room and excuses us, a mean look in her eyes.

"What happened to Tansy?" She crosses her arms.

"I-I-Is she okay?" I ask, not sure if I want anyone to know about the mistake I'd made.

Should have kissed her. Where is she now? Is she crying somewhere? God, why am I such an idiot?

Bella-

I looked at him stupidly. "She's depressed, what happened? I'll try to talk to her but I can't promise you anything until you tell me what's going on." I smiled a half smile.

Tansy was a good friend, and awesome. I can't stand seeing anyone sad or depressed.

Micah

I'm so confused. Bella and Tansy are friends? They've barely talked...

"I think that what happened between Tansy and I is to stay between us." I say. "It's her decision to tell you anything, not mine."

Bella-

I shrugged. "Fine.." I walked out, the girl still there. I looked at her. "Good luck." And I walked back outside to find Tansy.

Tansy Peterson`

Bella walked up , and seemed genuinely concerned. I hugged her, and tried to explain.

"I-I. He. W-we, almost kissed , then he pulled away. He r-r-rejected me. "

This on it's own made me feel worse, I had promised Micah I would go to him if I was upset, but I didn't expect to get upset over him. I may have been over reacting, but I was never a lover of rejection.

Micah

I run a hand through my hair and sigh, looking at the new girl.

"Uh, Carson should be around." I say. "He's the authority here. You should look for him. He'll tell you where to go."

Bella-

I hugged Tansy back. "It's okay, ge was probrably just nervous or something, if he really loves you then he wouldn't have hesitated. You guys need to spend some time apart. To calm down. You can stay in my Dorm with me and Parker until you feel comfortable going back with Micah." I smiled.

~Tansy Peterson

The offer was so sweet , but I made Micah a promise.

"I made Micah a promise , I can't brake it." I said, letting go. "Thank you so much for being here for me." Maybe I was starting to like this girl a bit after all. I jumped up , wings pushing against the breeze and made my way back to our room. I climbed through the window and snuck up on Micah at the door. He was talking to an unfamiliar face. I put my finger over my lips , signaling the girl not to say anything , and jumped on his back.

Bella-

I was smiling as she flew away. I got back up and wen't inside. I peeked through the window and winked at Micah. She's a good one, treat her well. and I walked to my room and tucked mu hands in my pocket.

Micah

Someone jumps on my back and I freak out, falling to the floor. They laugh and I recognize the voice, flashing a smile.

"Welcome back, Tansy." I say, tilting my face back to see her.

I open my mouth to say something, realize I'm not sure what I'm supposed to say, and stammer a bewildered "Thank you" before all but running away. What the heck was that all about?

Carson. That's his name. I have no idea where he might be, but I'm a little scared of asking that guy again. Jeez, I didn't even get his name! And that girl... she was flying, I realized, blinking. Okay. Now people are flying through windows. I grin despite myself. This place is interesting. Sure, I feel awkward, but I'm awkward no matter where I am.

Hoisting my bag, I set off in search of this Carson, wondering what I've gotten myself into. I've always wanted to have an adventure, and maybe I've landed into one...

Bella-

I walked back out of my room and saw The new girl. I smiled and walked over to her. "You wanna stay in my dorm with me and Parker?" I grinned. "Or you can have you're own room. So, what's you're name?"

Parker Walker

Carson must have sensed the change in my attitude, because the look in his eyes changed. Pausing for just a minute, we then launched at each other. We fought in what was almost a rhythm; dodge, block, hit then block. It felt like an extravagant dance that only we understood. Out of every fight that ever fought, this had to be the hardest one, and yet, it was also the most exciting. Suddenly, Carson made an unexpected move and slammed his foot in to my rib cage, just hard enough to bruise it.

Stumbling, I turned my back to Carson. I let him come up behind me. In a quick movement, stuck my foot out, grabbed his arm and flipped him over my shoulder. I was sure not to do it too hard so I would not hurt him, but he may have a bruise in the morning. ( You could call this payment for kicking me in the ribs). Leaning over him so my face was directly above his I grinned, "Good news Carson, your actually a challenge."

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