Chapter 1 (?) (Title help please)

I pinpointed the exact moment she began to feel unease. The tingling sensation that sends the message "this is wrong". Your breathing speeds up. Your heart starts racing. I knew when she started to think we had made a big mistake. Her skin was deathly pale, her expression one of regret and fear, so much fear. Who we had found could change everything.

I reached over and took her hand, squeezing it tightly. It must've hurt, but she either couldn't tell or didn't care. 

"It'll be fine," I whispered to her, but it was like she couldn't hear me at all.

We had talked about this a lot in the car. She was so worried, but I knew it would be fine. I could see it, but she wouldn't believe me.

"Come on," I had pleaded with her, "he could teach you everything."

"Or he could kill me!"

"Look," I said as I put her hand in mine, across the two car seats, "we need to take this chance. You're too strong, and you don't know how to control it. This will help." I glanced at her before turning my attention back to the road.

"You trust me right?" I said to her, already knowing what her answer would be.

"With everything, Abby, you know that."

"Than trust me on this."

She sighed and kissed my cheek, "I'm sure you're right. It's just, with everything that's been going on....all these new powers, you...seeing things...I just don't know what to believe anymore." 

I kissed her hand, "Don't worry. Everything's going to be fine."

Now that we were here, about to meet the man who would give us some answers, I was just about as worried as she was.

A Lifetime Of Stories

(Note: this is supposed to be a piece of spoken poetry. The final product will be posted here as soon as it's finished.)

I’ve found that im not a gentle person

i dont handle people, animals, electronics gently

its just not who i am

im forceful with everything i do, its in my nature

theres one exception to this, that people might think a bit strange

maybe

do you?

it doesnt matter

books

every page is a gentle flip of the wrist

the breeze working with me to carry the words along

literally, unfolding a story right in front of my eyes

monsters

adversaries

love

failure

triumph

and everything in between

i live for it

i breathe it

through my fingers

as every page is flipped

chapter one

chapter twenty

they fly by

the better the story, the faster they fly

i dont think i could describe in words

how much a book can mean to someone

maybe they read a certain chapter

at a sad part of their life

and now

they cant even look at the page

the spots where the tears fell

still outlined where the liquid spread through the fibers of the paper

or maybe they had their first kiss

and they read and they read

faster than their fingers could fly

flipping each page

as our heroine finally defeats her adversary

i dont think i could put into words

the amount of courage it takes

to look back at a book

and think

‘wow,

look how far ive come from here’

books are memories

i cant be gentle with anything but books

because they mean so much to me

and others

so

if you want me to treat you as gently as a book

turning each page

each precious memory

brush my hand along your cheek

as i would drag my thumb and forefinger along the edge of the page

then give me a story

give me a lifetime of them.

Poem: What is Red?

What is red?

What is red?

To describe a color

What a task

Let me try my hardest

Red is a battle cry

The leading warrior

A call to arms for all

Angry and loyal, fierce

Red is the words you regret

The lurking unwanted truths

Spat before being thought through

Pointless, undirected hate

Red is a heart stopping moment

When you realize you've fallen in love

Fear and joy and hope all mixed up

A strong cocktail of raw emotion

What is red?

Loyalty and anger

Love or spite

Red; an emotion with claws.

I Live Down the Hall from an Arabian Princess

Sometimes, staying up until 2:00 in the Merrill common room has its distinct advantages. For one, it's when all the girls start 'talking shit' about classmates behind their back. Sometimes, though, there's no shit to talk and all they can do is tell the honest truth.
And that's how I learned about Tan.
Margaux, Jordyn, Arielle and I were huddled in the middle of the common room. We'd boxed ourselves in with couch cushions and were passing the time with light conversation and extraordinarily stupid YouTube videos. I don't know how, but someone broached the subject of Tan Nazer, the tall upperclassman from Saudi Arabia who lives on the second floor.
"Yeah," Margaux said casually, "She's, like, a Saudi Arabian princess or something."
"Wait, what?" Ari and I chorused.
Margaux nodded vigorously. "She lives on some gigantic estate in the middle of the desert and she has horses and she's betrothed to some prince, or whatever."
Arielle and I gaped.
"Her dad's the CEO of Nazer corporation and they're filthy rich or something. I don't remember what they do."
"Is it oil?" Jordyn suggested.*
"No, I don't think so."
"So wait," Ari said, "She's betrothed? Like, in an arranged marriage?"
"Yeah," said Margaux, "To the freaking prince of Saudi Arabia."
"What does she have to say about that?" Ari pressed, clearly flabberghasted.
"She's just sort of... Ignoring it," Margaux said, "I brought it up once and she was like 'Yeah... but, that's not for a long time...'"
I, having said nothing for the majority of the conversation, decided finally to grace the conversation with a well-placed "Holy balls."
Ari and I were silent for a while.
Finally, Margaux said "Let's watch the live-action version of Actual Cannibal Shia LeBouf."
And so it went.

*Nazer corporation provides healthcare.

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