The Guarded; Chapter 1.2

by Calla
in the Land of Lore and Myths

                                                    Cassandra's POV

Jauntily walking along, Cassandra headed towards her home. Her thoughts though, were occupied thinking of her friend, Crlee was tough, but lacked wisdom. She always acted impulsively, instead of thinking things through. But maybe that’s what made them great friends. Smiling at this thought, she hustled along. A cool wind whisked the manicured lawns causing her to look up. Her boyfriend Luke was walking towards her. Self-consciously, she pushed a strand of her long tan-brown hair out of her face. Her sea-green eyes swirled with blue as a light blush spread across her face.

            “Hey,” he called in greeting, as he spiked his dark brown hair so that it stood on end.

            “Hey yourself,” Cassandra slowed so he could catch up. His chocolate brown eyes locked with hers and made her knees go weak. Hooking his arm in hers, he said, “Allow me to walk you home.”

            “Alright, but it’s only one more block,” Cassandra pointed out ever sensible. He only grinned that adorable grin at her and began to walk her towards her house. “And who said chivalry is dead?” She thought to herself as she smiled up at the guy of her dreams.     


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AWSOME! lol i guess my

AWSOME! lol i guess my comments dont count..

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"Yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery, today is the present that's why they call it a gift." -- my RE teacher and that kung foo turtle

But you ARe commenting.

But you ARe commenting. lol

 

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"Yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery, today is the present that's why they call it a gift." -- my RE teacher and that kung foo turtle

short but good. It matters

short but good.

It matters not how strait the gate, How charged with punishments the scroll; I am the master of my fate: I am the captain of my soul.


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