She was beautiful, she was smart,funny, and an outcast. Her name was Abree, its Italian it means feminine of Abraham. I knew her since third grade, when she first moved. She spoke broken English. I showed her around, well it stopped after middle school. I filled out, looking more teenage, I was confused, because she filled out faster. Mother told me girls grew up faster.
Sometimes, when I'd lay down to sleep she would turn up in my mind. But she didn't talk to me. The reason was because she hated men. She told me the most untrue thing, she was 13, me 14. “Men always want in your pants, there all jerks.” She said that when I almost kissed her in the hall. I never attempted to kiss her again.
LOVE YOU ABREE! FOREVER AND ALWAYS! <3

God, how long has it been? Three, four years. I couldn't talk to him, look at him, without blushing.
His friends broke me from him, tore us apart like a piece of paper. We don't talk, I told him a lie. It wasn't because that I thought men were jerks, no it was because of his stupid friends. They were assholes and he knew it. So, when I lay in bed I come to a crossroad, between him and my life. That's where it ends I fall asleep.
He has to hate me. I told him he was one. School 12:15
Gossip has traveled through the whole school. Well, it was about me, as always. So I garbed my lunch and took it outside. Every thing was fine till the snotty girls came to tell me the most killing news.
“ So did you?” they asked?
“ Did I what?” I asked?
“ Kiss Taylor?”
“ Never,” I said walking away.


Of course, anything to be the big news. That bastard, who dose he think he is? God, he better pray, because if he doesn't he will be in a world of hurt. Why would he do that, why would he be that kind of jerk? Screw him, I'm going to leave it alone and let him deal with the guilt. But, something pulled me to his table.“ What the hell? You really are an ass,”I said.
But before he could turn, I left. His friends looked, made fun. I could feel him coming after me, running after me. His foot steps not far behind. Don't come after me stupid, its not worth it.I immediately stopped, he fell into me. There stood the three me I thought I had seen before. “ Whats wrong?” Taylor asked? “ Go away! Now! LEAVE ME ALONE!” I shouted! Taylor left me, but I was talking to the men. The last time I saw them, I was in pain and they killed me. It was one of many night mares that hunted me. This one was coming true. “ We are here to take you away, to somewhere you belong,” I heard them say.They had long black robes on with hoods covering their faces. This has to be a joke! But it wasn't even close. The pain crept up on me, making me fall to my knees. I started to scream. Something was trying to get out of me, fast.

“ No! You will never take my life away!” One man put his hand on my head and squeezed. Then things started to fade into darkness. Then I heard it, his voice.
“ Come back to me! DON'T DIE!” I could see his face, but could he see mine? He was crying. Was this another nightmare? Is this real, where am I? Then it faded, then I was in a dark room, with those men.They resembled someone, not just from my nightmare but from somewhere else.Where is Taylor, why was he crying and saying don't die? As soon as I stood, I felt weird.
“ We are the brotherhood, and you are princess Abree,” one said. No. I cant be, not in a million years. But he wasn't joking. One man pulled out a picture.

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