From Sunset to Nightfall by Shawna Whalen (i wanna iguana read aloud .TXT) 📖

noticed a small boy looking at me. I sat down and glanced to my left, out the window. I could feel the boys' eyes on me, so I turned to look around.

Since I was in the very back, I could look at everyone and see the familiar faces later. I sat back in my chair and glance over at the boy who seemed to be fond of me. He was small and lanky like a lot of the other boys and girls here. He had medium length black hair, light green eyes. His face was still round with boyishness. He glanced back under his eyelashes at me, not knowing I was looking. When he noticed I was, he blushed and turned around. I blushed as well. Just then the teacher called on him, "Mr. Kindle? Jack?" He wasn't paying any attention, "Huh? I'm sorry, what was the question?" he asked in a confused, deep tone. Everyone giggled and laughed at Jack, while he sank into his seat. I was happy to be in the back of this class; it seemed that the people who got called on were in the front or in the middle.

A while later the bell rang, and I gathered my things and left with the other kids.

I had a chance to look over my map during first period, so I knew where I was headed. While I was walking through the school, finding my next class, absentmindedly I looked out one of the windows. There was water pouring from the roof, ew, I thought. Then glancing back to the aisle filled with teenagers slamming lockers and chatting too loud, I bumped into something and fell. It was hard and solid. I thought it was a wall until I looked up and saw the beautiful boy from the morning.


Chapter Three-Heaven

"Oops, sorry. Can I help you up?" he asked in his musical voice.

Just like this morning I couldn't breathe again.

There I sat, on the floor, stunned and speechless. He grabbed my sleeved elbow and helped me to my feet.

I still couldn't say anything, just staring at him mindlessly.

He picked up my books from the floor, organized exactly how I had them and handed them to me.

He looked concerned toward me, waiting for me to say something, "Uh, th-thank you," I stuttered, breathless.

"You're welcome, Elizabeth," he purred then smiled that perfect crooked smile.

"H-how do you know my name?" I asked, confused.

He didn't know me at all, but then I thought; I was

the talk of the town lately.

"Oh, I think everyone knows your name," he chuckled.

"I'm Daniel Collins."

He was even more beautiful up close, and his breath smelled amazing, he smelled even more amazing.

Stop, I told myself, before he notices.

"Hi," I said sheepishly. "Nice to meet you."

He chuckled again, "Hello, nice to meet you, too. Where were you headed before I so rudely interrupted?" He joked.

This time I laughed, I had totally forgotten where I was going, uh-oh. "I-um, don't remember," I said confused. "I think I was going that way," I said pointed one way.

He looked that way, and then back to me, "I think you were going this way," He laughed.

"What class were you headed to?" He asked when I didn't answer.

"Oh, um, Calculus, I think," I said fumbling through my books and papers.

Then I noticed him bending over and picking a small paper off of the floor.

"Here you go," He said handing it to me.

"Thanks."

My stomach was still having a hard time adjusting. I tried my best not to make it noticeable, I failed.

"Are you okay? You look pretty sick," Daniel asked, concerned.

I gulped, "Y-yeah, I'm okay, I think."

Daniel looked around, "I think we better get you to the nurse."

The nurse?

"No, no. I'm fine. I promise. I just need to get to class before I'm late," I said, anything to avoid needles.

He looked like he knew I didn't want to go to the nurse. "Okay then, let's go. We've only got a few minutes and a long way," he said placing his hand on the small of my back guiding me down the hallway.

We made it to my class in time, "Wait, what about you? Aren't you going to be late?" I asked now, concerned. He laughed, walking into the classroom; "No." was all he said, sitting down.

I was astonished, by how exuberant he was.

I watched him walk swiftly and gracefully to his assigned seat; there was an empty open seat next to him.

Just as I was about to approach the teacher, Mr. Evans, Makayla Johnson came running in at the last minute, "Hey, Liz!" she called to me, hurrying to her seat.

Mr. Evans noticed me standing confused at the doorway, "Ms. Hudson?" I was still staring at Daniel, like an idiot.

"Huh? Oh yeah," I said as I walked up to the teacher's desk, handing him my slip and him giving me my books and papers. He told me, to sit in the seat right

beside Daniel Collins, I was pleased.

I went quietly-as I could- to my seat, right next to the most beautiful boy in the room. As I sat down, he smiled, of course it not the wind out of me also.

I looked away from the beautiful boy next to me to find where Makayla had sat. She sat in her seat fumbling for her homework as Mr. Evans came around to collect it. Then she glanced over at me mouthing, "We have to talk."

I could tell class was about to end when everyone started to put their books and things away and Mr. Evans was giving the homework for tonight. I wrote down the assignment and started to close my notebook when I heard the fire alarm go off.

I groaned, that meant I had to go outside

in the rain

.

Daniel stood up, and turned around when I didn't follow, "Aren't you coming?" he asked.

I wavered. "I'd rather not," I said, relaxing in my seat.

"Well unless you want to die in the fire-if there really is one- you'd better get up," he threatened me.

I thought about it for a minute, Daniel looked like he was going to pick me up, put me over his shoulder and carry me out.

"Okay, fine," I grumbled.

I stood and walked pass Daniel out the classroom door.

When we got outside I was surprised to not have any cold fluids on my head.

After they declared we were allowed back in the school, the teachers told us to gather our things and go on with the next class.

I wouldn't consider my next 'class' a class, it was lunch.

I gathered my things, alone and left the classroom only to be ambushed by Makayla.

"Oh my gosh! Liz, you have to tell me everything that happened between you and Daniel Collins!" she squealed.

Nothing really did happen, besides the most wonderful walk to class. "Nothing," I lied.

She noticed my expression change; I was never good at lying. "Oh, whatever, Liz. Tell me, I promise I won't tell anyone," she vowed.

I was sure she would anyways, but nothing did happen.

For the rest of the walk to the cafeteria, I was silent, not telling what 'happened,' Makayla was annoyed at me, although she did invite me to sit with her table of friends during lunch.

I wasn't surprised to see Daniel Collins sitting at a table of his friends, although they didn't look like friends, because all of them-including Daniel- looked the same.

They all had the same pale white alabaster skin, and deep blueish-black eyes.

The only thing different between the 5 of them, was that there was 3 boys-with Daniel- and 2 girls.

One boy was short and muscular, with deep brown chocolate hair that looked matted to his head. The girl next to him looked like a six-foot tall model, she had long golden blonde hair, like a retriever; she was the most beautiful of them all, not including Daniel. Next to the blonde beauty, was a lanky boy, who also had golden blonde hair, but it was cropped shorter than the others, his skin looked paler than the others; which made me more interested.

The last, shortest, lankiest girl was in between the blonde boy and Daniel. She had long, black hair; when the light would hit it, it looked blue. I noticed that none of them had food or drinks for that matter.

Makayla and I got our food-apple juice for me-and went to sit down with her group of friends, whom I recognized only one of. Jack from my first class sat next to Makayla, I assumed she had a crush on him; she didn't hide it well.

There were a couple of other girls sitting across from me, one had short chopped platinum hair-I assumed it was dyed-and light blue silver eyes. She was the prettiest at our table.

Another was a small girl with dark, deep brown chocolate hair that covered the tip of hair shoulders.

At the other end of the table was another boy, he was the one who stood out with his bright red orange short hair, and blue eyes. It was unusual for this town to have red heads, I thought, looking around at everyone else in the now-full cafeteria; they all had brown or blonde hair.

Makayla, Jack and the others-whom I'd only heard their names once so I couldn't remember-were planning for the long four-day weekend.

"Jack…" Makayla said shyly, turning her head, blushing; I'd missed what they were discussing. I saw Jack lean over toward Makayla while everyone wasn't paying any attention-except for me- and whispered something in her ear. Makayla giggled and nodded.

Lunch was almost over and I was still curious about the family who sat 3 tables behind me. I decided it was okay to look; I turned my head slightly trying not to make it obvious.

I glanced up under my eyelashes at the alabaster skinned family of five, they were gone.

Vanished. Poof

, like in a movie. I was sure they were there just a couple minutes ago. Weren't they? I thought, confused.

Just then the lunch bell rang, I jumped in my seat.

There was still a lot more of the day that hadn't been undiscovered yet. I put the lid to my juice bottle and stood up.

Makayla waited for me, "So do you know where you next class is? Or should I show you the way? Ms. Brown said I had to show you around all day," she said, annoyed.

"Yeah, that's okay. I'm sure I know how to get to...Chemistry," I said glancing around the lunchroom one last time today.

I walked into the classroom, not knowing what was going to happen-just like always-but to find the beautiful boy in the same class with me, again, was just pure luck; and I was never

lucky.

I handed my slip to the teacher, Mr. Corona, he signed, handed it back and told me to sit in last open seat; which also happened to be exactly next the Daniel Collins.

I wonder what he would say as I sat down.

"Well, hello there," the musical voice purred.

I felt an electric shock go down my spine as I sat in the chair, my bare forearm slid