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Esmerelda Roderick attended a little private secondary school in the middle of Dublin;it was just one of those areas that keep to themselves and didn't cause trouble. She was, in every aspect, ordinary. She had reached an average height of five foot three and half with short mousey brown hair that fell about her face lightly. Like any teenager, she was far from perfect and suffered from breakouts of acne; braces and her body which stuck out at all angles. She was a bookish girl who had trouble making friends except for those few who accepted her. That and her decided frumpiness added to her unattractiveness. She was by nature frizzy haired wi

Perfect Strangers August 1st 1999 I was sitting in the coffee shop today and probably had the most unusual experience ever. I met a guy.  Not just any guy –this one was cute and smart, although he was terribly obnoxious and confident which isn't a good trait in anyone. The sun was shining in through the window and I was thinking to myself, peacefully and coffee in tow –something that will never forsake me. I was sitting on my own in the packed coffee shop, it was strange because even in that room packed full of strangers I still felt alone.   Then he came over and sat down in the chair opposite me. What could I do, only stare

           Shrewsbury Lane, Hertfordshire, England. Dearest John, It is quite morbid to think the world will cave in upon me soon, but one must always remember that when one life ends a new one begins. The end is nigh, I fear, and my only regret is you. Not meeting you, you misunderstand, but leaving you before I said goodbye. I knew you would never let me be a sailor, being a girl, and no one else would either, but my passions lie with my future -which once was you.    But alas, my future lay here at sea, not with you, where all hope was lost, for who would ever see us married me being the equivalent to a beggar (only fo

Tears streaming down her face, she saw, through the wobbling picture before her, Jason. She bit her lip as he entered the room slowly and then he saw her, his face full of concern. She saw him rush over and began to turn away.   However, he had caught up with her before she could evade him. "Leave me alone," she slurred through her heaving sobs.   Her face felt hot and her eyes burned with the searing tears that rolled down her face. She could tell that by now, her eyes were probably popping out of their sockets. She knew she looked a state but couldn't bring herself to care.  What would he say if he knew that the tears she cried were for

The mist had rolled in early that morning. It had made its way across the distant hills and hung about a sleepy town hidden away in the valleys. This morning, it hung, as if suspended, over the graveyard in the town. Set against the blue sky streaked with red and orange, it made everything eerie to onlookers and passers-by.   There was only one person there at this time. He was a tall, scrawny teenager with untidy black hair and a pale complexion. He wasn't particularly handsome, but he was called "good-looking enough" or "better-looking than most". It was his pale blue eyes which was the secret to his striking appearance. All this was mixe

I woke up in a white plastered room. It was peaceful and smelt like cleaner. I wrinkled my nose and propped myself up on my right elbow and felt sharp pain shoot up from my stomach. I yelped out in pain and woke up Mark who had been sleeping soundlessly beside me. He smiled slightly and gazed over at me.   'Awake are we?' He asked teasingly.   I frowned and stayed silent until the burning question in my mind rolled off my tongue. 'Where am I and when are we goin?'   He looked unsure and hesitated unconvincingly. 'And why are these men following us?' I continued, my voice subtly rising. However he noticed it and sat back with an exasper

I felt like a sitting duck in the back of the gondola. I was sitting right beside Mark, but I could sense the guards around us, one behind and one in front. I tried to whisper to Mark. 'Why are they doing this to us?'   However I received no reply. I sighed and felt the gondola lightly treading the water. I found myself considering turning it over with my weight, but I would most certainly die, my hands were behind my back and I would not be able to swim to safety.   I had simply run out of options but I refused to accept this. I tried to rack my brains for ideas but none came. I heard Mark shuffle beside me a little, I turned to him but

We took the earliest flight to Venice possible. We had to travel long and far across the rising plain of Italy to get to island-city. Once there, we grabbed a gondola and relaxed in the back. I sighed, there was hardly any room for the two of us, and I had to lie down half ways on and off of Mark's chest. It was lean and comfortable, I admitted to myself awkwardly, but chased that thought away.   The city of Venice was one of a romanticist's dreams. The clear water glittered under the sun, catching the sunlight and making it glimmer back at me. As I looked down into the waters, I gasped and shuffled backwards. The fish that had swam past sc

Rose settled down in one of the uncomfortable library chairs and began to study. Yawning slightly she wished Albus were beside her to keep her company and make her laugh about something. Then, her train of thought was interrupted by a brief shadow moving behind a bookcase. Frowning slightly, she thought nothing of it, until a quietened whisper brought her gaze up towards a bookcase.    She slammed her book closed and threw it aside quickly, while getting up to go investigate the sound. She looked around first and conveniently, she saw the old, bent librarian, Madam Pince tapping her feet and glancing at the record she kept. Th

It was hard to know what to do next. We sensibly made our way to a petite, local B&B and stayed the night with an Italian couple. Their place was neat and homely and they looked slightly confused at our appearance but passed no remarks.   That night I enjoyed one of the most delicious meals in my life. We slept soundly and safely but left before they had awakened for their early coffee. We walked along the small town streets, and I spotted a little ice cream stall. I begged him to get us one each but when he pulled out his pockets he could only buy one.   He smiled at the man politely. 'Un helado.' I was surprised at his Italian but I soo