Thread:Corbierr/@comment-24596535-20141025172107/@comment-24596535-20141208153822

Also, here's an edited version.l

It was a quarter past seven, been almost two hours since the lessons finished, all the students were in the house. Jake walked straight into the kitchen where every one was having lunch.

Jake: Hey, uhm, did any of you see Michelle?

Chance: Nope, my theory is that you scared her away.

Jake: Shut your ass, Marcus.

Chance: Tell that to your bitchy girlfriend!

Jake: Never call Michelle a bitch!

Dalton: Guys, stop it! Fighting is never the answer.

Chance: Uh - no - fighting is always the answer.

Jake: Get lost, moron. Kelly, what about you? You are Michelle's roomie in the first place.

Kelly: Yeah, so?

Jake: Have you seen Michelle?

Kelly: How am I supposed to know? You're her stalker, not me.

Jake: Ugh, whatever, you guys are hopeless. I'll go ask Royle.

Kelly: Um, no, you won't. She's asleep.

Jake: Damn it, again? Sigh, when is she going to wake up?

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:22px;">Kelly: Tomorrow afternoon. ... Maybe...

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:22px;">Without a clue, Jake quickly left the house trying to to get noticed by anyone, running to the school.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:22px;">Only five minutes after he entered the building, Jake opened the basement door expecting Michelle would be there. Surprisingly, the basement was empty. That's when a mysterious voice of an old man appeared in his head.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:22px;">"Through the shining wood to the metal gate, a window of glass and descendant's vein, your destiny shall rise and your power shall die."

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:22px;">Not understanding anything the voice said, Jake was ready to leave the place, but his eyes somehow closed and he could see nothing but a white light in the end of the dusty, dark tunnel, with strange greek mythology signs on the walls. Jake realised he had a vision, but couldn't find a way to controll it. Suddendly, he opened his eyes and fastly headed to the library of the school. Nobody was there. The guy didn't exactly know how he got there, but it was like someone told him where to go. But, Jake started worrying if he really was alone in the room. He somehow had a feeling of tears falling down his face - but he wasn't crying, he just felt like someone close to him was. It was a feeling he could never describe. He moved forward and saw Michelle laying on the ground behind a book shelf, crying.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:22px;">Before going to talk to Michelle, he stood there for a moment and looked at her face. Even though she was crying, something brought beauty to her face. He realised how beautiful she actually is. But he didn't want to stand there like an idiot, so he slowly squatted near her, and hugged her.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:22px;">Jake: What's wrong, babe?

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:22px;">He didn't take the words as flirting, only wanted to be nice.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:22px;">Michelle: ... Everything ...

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:22px;">Jake: Do you wanna talk about it?

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:22px;">Michelle: ... Can I trust you?

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:22px;">Jake: I protected you from Chance, I spent two hours looking for you. When Mr. Dilvestro caught you cheating, I told him it's my fault. Isn't that enough proof?

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:22px;">Michelle smiled.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:22px;">Jake: Yay, you smiled!

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:22px;">No matter how much pain she felt inside, the girl laughed and happily looked at Jake. He laughed back at her, wiping the tears from her face.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:22px;">Jake: Look, I don't know what you're sad about, but, I'm not gonna ask you if you ain't gonna tell. I just want you to know that no matter what you will have to experience with, remember that it's only high school. Things get better if you want them to.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:22px;">Michelle: I can tell you, if you want?

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:22px;">Jake: Only if you think you trust me.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:22px;">Michelle: I'll take that line as a joke.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:22px;">Jake smiled.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:22px;">Jake: So... What's up?

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:22px;">Michelle loudly sighed, inclining her head closer to Jake's shoulders, taking a deep breath. She was truly grateful to him, that's when she took his hand and began talking.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:22px;">Michelle: Five years ago, an event happened. An event that changed my entire life.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:22px;">Jake: ... What are you talking about?

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:22px;">Michelle: Victoria Lewis Rackson - a woman that gave birth to me. A woman that I grew up with, a woman that I loved, was killed in a bus stop when waiting to take a ride home. Killed by a murder, an asshole who ran away just after his bullet was shot in my mom's heart. Yes, right in the heart.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:22px;">Tears which her eyes were drowning in, reminded Michelle the rain falling down in the city on the day her late mother was killed.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:22px;">Jake layed there on the ground with Michelle in his arms, he was in a loss for words.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:22px;">Jake: ... I-I-I don't know what to-to say...

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:22px;">Michelle: It's alright. I'm old enough to face the pain. But all I want to do right now is find out who the hell killed my mom and why. I'm not letting this go. The asshole who did it is gonna pay for his actions, and I will cut his eyes off whenever I meet him. I don't care if I get in prison, I'm just gonna do anything to get my revenge.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:22px;">Jake: Whoah, slow down there. I understand what you're going through, but -...

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:22px;">Michelle: No, you don't understand anything! All this life I've been coming to school, not talking to fucking anybody about anything. Got laughed at for being the silent girl in class, people even thought I have some sort of personal disabilities. All I ever dreamed of is my revenge. And I'm not gonna change my mind. I'll dig up the past no matter what it takes - I'm not gonna let the murder go away like nothing happened.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:22px;">Jake couldn't tell Michelle that revenge is a wrong thing to do now, when she was crying in his arms.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:22px;">Jake: Look... I'm going to help you get through this. I'll help you search for the killer, I'll help you do anything you want. I just... I just want you to be happy.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:22px;">Michelle couldn't handle how sweet he was, felt like the timing is finally right.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:22px;">Michelle: I never thought I'd ever meet a guy as sweet as you... I only want to say thanks, Jake. Thank you for being my hero.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);line-height:22px;">She put her hand on Jake's cheek and kissed his lips right away. With her hand on Jake's shoulder, the kiss was so emotional and deep, that none of them noticed that the ring on Michelle's hand was throwing a golden light. Michelle stopped mourning about her mom and sat on Jake's knees right away. As the night went on, the two kept kissing for hours. It was the night they could never forget, a kiss when nothing mattered anymore.

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