closing it shut. The sound of the wide, wooden doors closing- caused a loud echo to resound in the space of the empty hall. As James locked the double doors, I ran to the side of the wall, closing the wooden window. Running to the other side of the room, I closed that window as well, before closing two more at the back of the room. Looking around, I made sure that there were no other gaps for the paparazzi to gaze through, and when I was definite that it was safe, I sighed.
My heart thumped like a thousand drums within my chest, as I walked to a nearby bench, taking a seat.
“Tell me now,” I said, panting. “Tell me everything.”
His sharp footsteps neared, as I turned my head towards him, my hands cupping my knees. The silky white dress trailed by my ankles, as the light from the bulbs on the ceiling, illuminated my naked arms.
Licking my bottom lips, I exhaled a short breath, watching his eyes roll down my disgruntled body. He stood before me, his hands resting in the pockets of smooth white trousers, his eyes lingering on my exhausted expression.
“The dress suits you,” said James.
I glared. “Stop swaying the topic! Tell me what’s going on!”
He shuffled his feet against the black, tiled floor, before taking out a piece of scrap from his pocket. Unfolding the piece of paper, he looked over the contents, staring blankly at it, before rolling it up and throwing it at me.
The paper ball landed on my lap, and without question, I unwrapped it over my knees. My eyes widened as I read the contents, tracing my eyes over the words I did not want to believe .
Rosefield Shelter for the Needy.
Stationed to close next month.
Sign the petition to stop the closing!
Log on to ‘saveRosefieldShelter.com’
Support our cause, and come by next week
For a “Save Rosefield’ rally! We have sandwiches!
Fight for the homeless! Fight for justice!
For more information,
Please contact Carla Sinclair: 212-541-5512
The paper dropped to the ground, as I stared at James, my eyes beginning to water. It felt as though a boulder was pressed against my chest, as the words from the poster flashed through my mind like a slide show.
I stood, my hands shivering beside my thighs- suddenly feeling cold. Rubbing my arm, I tapped my foot against the ground, feeling terribly fidgety. The contents of the poster repeated in my mind, making me feel helpless.
Then, I realized something.
Glancing up at James, I tilted my head to the side, my eyes widening.
“You’ve been following me,” I stated quietly. “Or else…or else how would you know I volunteer at that specific shelter? You’re…you’re a stalker.”
I took a step back, gaping at him.
He yawned, shrugging his shoulders as though what I had said made no difference to him.
“Relax, Princess,” he said. “You’re not exactly my type, so stalking is far what I was doing—“
“Then what is it?” I demanded, my voice quivering.
He placed a hand against the top of the wooden bench, his long thin fingers, tapping lightly over the brown material.
“I had an expert do some research on you,” he said. “Now, wait, don’t cut me off. You want to know what all this is about right? Then let me talk. You have plenty of time to
My heart thumped like a thousand drums within my chest, as I walked to a nearby bench, taking a seat.
“Tell me now,” I said, panting. “Tell me everything.”
His sharp footsteps neared, as I turned my head towards him, my hands cupping my knees. The silky white dress trailed by my ankles, as the light from the bulbs on the ceiling, illuminated my naked arms.
Licking my bottom lips, I exhaled a short breath, watching his eyes roll down my disgruntled body. He stood before me, his hands resting in the pockets of smooth white trousers, his eyes lingering on my exhausted expression.
“The dress suits you,” said James.
I glared. “Stop swaying the topic! Tell me what’s going on!”
He shuffled his feet against the black, tiled floor, before taking out a piece of scrap from his pocket. Unfolding the piece of paper, he looked over the contents, staring blankly at it, before rolling it up and throwing it at me.
The paper ball landed on my lap, and without question, I unwrapped it over my knees. My eyes widened as I read the contents, tracing my eyes over the words I did not want to believe .
Rosefield Shelter for the Needy.
Stationed to close next month.
Sign the petition to stop the closing!
Log on to ‘saveRosefieldShelter.com’
Support our cause, and come by next week
For a “Save Rosefield’ rally! We have sandwiches!
Fight for the homeless! Fight for justice!
For more information,
Please contact Carla Sinclair: 212-541-5512
The paper dropped to the ground, as I stared at James, my eyes beginning to water. It felt as though a boulder was pressed against my chest, as the words from the poster flashed through my mind like a slide show.
I stood, my hands shivering beside my thighs- suddenly feeling cold. Rubbing my arm, I tapped my foot against the ground, feeling terribly fidgety. The contents of the poster repeated in my mind, making me feel helpless.
Then, I realized something.
Glancing up at James, I tilted my head to the side, my eyes widening.
“You’ve been following me,” I stated quietly. “Or else…or else how would you know I volunteer at that specific shelter? You’re…you’re a stalker.”
I took a step back, gaping at him.
He yawned, shrugging his shoulders as though what I had said made no difference to him.
“Relax, Princess,” he said. “You’re not exactly my type, so stalking is far what I was doing—“
“Then what is it?” I demanded, my voice quivering.
He placed a hand against the top of the wooden bench, his long thin fingers, tapping lightly over the brown material.
“I had an expert do some research on you,” he said. “Now, wait, don’t cut me off. You want to know what all this is about right? Then let me talk. You have plenty of time to
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