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Happy Valentine's Day!

Totally forgot to mention this, but me and my boyfriend got back together! Yay! So happy!

We're going to the zoo today (he's never been), and then he's got a mystery date planned for tonight. So excited!

So Happy Valentine's Day everyone! (or Single's Awareness Day). :)
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Hey guys.

So sorry I haven't posted in a while. I've been kinda busy.
I'm sorry to do this to you guys, but I need to vent. Feel free to comment if you want. Some uplifting comments would be nice, but they aren't necessary.
So sorry I haven't gotten the next chapter of Falling For the Enemy up yet. I don't think I will be getting it up soon, and I'll tell you why.

The past month, I've had this wonderful boyfriend. He was sweet, handsome, fun to be around, and just perfect. I fell in love with him.
Then, last night, at around 11 o'clock, I got a text that I had not been expecting. He broke up with me.

Needless to say, I was shocked, and utterly heartbroken.

I cried for almost 2 hours.

He explained to me that he doesn't think he's ready for a relationship, and that he thinks we would be better as being "best friends."
Now those of you who have been in relationships know how hard that can be. Basically, he wants everything to be exactly the same as it was before, just minus the girlfriend boyfriend label and kissing.
I'm sure you can understand how hard that will be for me. I mean, I fell in love with this guy. This sweet, funny, handsome guy. I can't just turn around and pretend that never happened. And even though I never told him I loved him until it was too late, I can't forget how I felt.
So yeah, I'm going through my first break up right now. It was totally out of the blue.
He said he just didn't want a relationship anymore. I was super confused. He was the one who asked me to be his girlfriend after all.
He said he's not sure why he did that. He thinks maybe he was just a little excited to have his first girlfriend, or that he may have confused his feelings for being best friends with his feelings of a relationship. I don't really understand it right now, but I'm trying to.
I'm really hurting right now, but he says he still cares about me so much, and he doesn't want to lose me, ever. So, I'm going to try my best to get over my feelings for him so that we can be friends.
Honestly, this wouldn't be happening if I hadn't had a bad dream that he had broken up with me. I told him I had had a bad dream, so he called me asking what was wrong. I told him that I dreamed he had left me. Then, I couldn't really understand what he was saying, and then he hung up. I was really confused, and scared. And then I got the break up text, and he said he hadn't said anything over the phone because he didn't know how to say it.
That's when I started to cry, and I didn't stop until about 1 am.

I know, I must sound like such a crybaby right now. But my first break up is hurting me a lot. I never expected this. I thought he cared about me just as much as I cared about him. And as many times as he tells me that he does still care about me the same as he did before, he doesn't love me. I'm going to try to get over this, because as much as I am hurting right now, I don't want to lose him either. So I'm going to learn how to be friends with him.

Anyway, Thanks for listening to me.
I'll try and write some more for Falling for the Enemy. I doubt I'll be able to find any motivation to at the moment, but I'll do my best. I also have a lot of crafting stuff I have to do for my sorority. I'll be taking a little in the spring (for those of you don't know about that, it's difficult to explain, and not really the point of this journal, so I would appreciate not having to explain it.) (sorry if that sounded harsh, I'm having a bad day. I didn't sleep much last night).
Falling For The Enemy

Chapter 10

A week later, it was presentation day in English class. I was completely prepared with my half of the project, but I dreaded getting up in front of my entire class with Logan. I wasn't sure if he was going to screw it up, or embarrass me, or insinuate things in front of all the whole class, but the anxious butterflies were bouncing around my stomach constantly the morning before class. I was so nervous I didn't even notice when Logan walked into the room.

"Keep chewing your lip like that and you might accidently swallow it," he teased.

I blinked a few times, awakening myself from my worried thoughts to focus on his words.

I glared at him and turned to face forward, checking over the PowerPoint I had made for the hundredth time to make sure I hadn't left anything out.

When class finally started, Mr. Smith announced we would be going in order by chapter number. I sighed. I really hoped it would be on a volunteer basis so that we could go first and I could get this whole thing over with. But instead, I had to sit through three other people's presentations. I didn't pay attention to any of them, just checked my PowerPoint over and over again and made sure I had memorized everything.

Finally, it was our turn to present. I hooked up my laptop to the projector and put the PowerPoint on full screen.

"The werewolf is known by many names," I began. "the wolf-man, the lycanthrope, and the loup-garou are only a few examples sprinkled throughout folklore all over the world. All of them describe a terrifying creature that walks as a man, but literally moonlights as a wolf during the full moon each month."

I pressed the space bar key on my computer to show a few artist renderings from various folklore and mythology books from different cultures. They all showed grotesque, half-man, half-wolf creatures with large canines and crooked, clawed hands. I glanced at Logan and saw him frowning at the images.

I went on to describe everything the chapter had described; how one was turned into a werewolf, how one reversed the process, and how Wolfs Bane and silver were fatal to werewolves. It was strange, telling all these facts, knowing they were lies. But my grade depended on describing the legends as they were written, not for telling the truth. I only hoped Logan would keep that in mind.

When I finished, I turned to Logan, who immediately plugged a USB into my laptop and pulled up his own PowerPoint. He put it on full screen and turned towards out classmates.

"By researching at the local library, I found that the town of Fairbush has quite a history of werewolf sightings," he started.

He pressed the spacebar on my laptop and a picture of a newspaper called The Fairbush Tribune appeared, dated 1826. The headline read "Killer Werewolf Culprit Behind Various Town Deaths and Disappearances."

"This is the first article printed in Fairbush recording the presence of werewolves in the town."

He pressed the space bar key a few times and scrolled through a few other headlines, all blaming werewolves for local deaths and disappearances.

"For almost 40 years, every mysterious death, disappearance, or other abnormality was blamed on werewolves. And every article was always printed the day after a full moon. When the newspaper wasn't reporting werewolf killings, it was posting ads to create hunting parties that would go out and try to kill the werewolves."

Logan looked out at our classmates, but not at anyone in particular.

"But, the last article of The Fairbush Tribune, printed in 1864, tells a different story," he said.

He pressed the spacebar and on the screen, the article popped up. The headline read, "Local Girl Found Dead in Woods with Gunshot Wound on Night of Full Moon." Underneath was a faded picture of a girl about my age, with dark curly hair and innocent eyes.

"That night, in 1864, a young girl was found in a clearing in the woods. Her name was Anna Underwood."

Everyone in the room was riveted by Logan's story, especially upon hearing that he and the young girl shared the same last name. I looked at her, and then him. I tried to see the resemblance, but I couldn't see it at all.

I was just as entranced by his story as the rest of the class. I had never heard this story before, and I had studied the history of werewolf sightings in Fairbush several times.

"She had been out at night during a full moon. There had been a hunting party that night. The article remains very vague as to the circumstances of her death. It was revealed that she was shot, but no one was able to identify who shot her or why she was in the woods that night. The publisher blamed her death on werewolves, but the way it was worded, insinuated that she had been a werewolf," Logan continued.

I furrowed my eyebrows, thinking to myself that she must have been, since she was related to Logan. So I couldn't understand why he was risking exposure like this.

"However, on the second page of the article," he pressed the space bar, prompting the second page. "There is a quote from a local young man who had been a friend of hers."

On the page was a picture of young man with light, curly hair and a serious expression. Below his picture, was a name.

Marcus Knight.

I swallowed the lump in my throat. I refused to look at my classmates, who undoubtedly could see the name just as well as I could. I slowly turned my gaze back to Logan, so I could hear the rest of the story.

"He described Anna as a gentle girl, who could never hurt a fly. He was outraged by the insinuation that she could have been a werewolf. He claims to have known this girl her whole life, and knew with 100% certainty that she was not a werewolf. He states that her death was tragic, and that no one felt her death more keenly than he. He admitted to the publisher, who found no trouble in sharing the information with everyone in town, that he had been in love with Anna. He said he found her, just before she died of her wound, and they had just enough time to admit their love for each other before she passed."

Every girl in the room gave out a little 'aww' at the tragic love story. I tried not to roll my eyes, though I had to admit, it was a little touching.

"Unfortunately," Logan continued, "he never saw who shot her, and it was a mystery that was left unsolved."

He closed my laptop, and the pictures of Anna and Marcus disappeared.

"That was the last article The Fairbush Tribune posted. I can only assume it went out of business. It was soon replaced by Fairbush Times, which is the town's current newspaper. Werewolf sightings also seemed to have died along with The Fairbush Tribune. Disappearances were blamed on kidnappers, deaths by animal attacks. The newspaper took on a less biased view and took a more scientific approach to the events that took place in Fairbush. Though, some say those 'animal attacks' may still be the work of werewolves," Logan finished.

Everyone clapped at the end of our presentation. I feel like they clapped a bit more for us than they had for the other presentations. I tried not to make eye contact with anyone as I grabbed my laptop and took my seat.

"Very well done, both of you. You two could have worked a bit more together to coordinate your sections a bit more," Mr. Smith said. "Very interesting story Logan. A wonderful example of connecting the past and the present."

I could hear the whispers around us as the other presentations took their turns. Mr. Smith heard them too, but no matter how many times he told them to be quiet and pay attention to the speakers, they always started back up again. The constant vibration of phones led me to believe that Logan's story about our possible ancestors may be trending around the school at that very moment. I wanted to sink further and further into my chair every time someone turned around to look at me.

As soon as the bell rang, I bolted out of the room before anyone could say anything to me. I hid in the bathroom for as long as I could without being late for my next class. That didn't help much either though, as I heard girls chatting about the "Tragic Underwood/Knight Love Story."

I slipped into my next class mere seconds before the bell rang and took my seat. Everyone in class looked at me and Logan, who was at the opposite side of the room, and whispered. Luckily, our history teacher, Mrs. Black, was a no-nonsense teacher and was able to keep everyone quiet for the rest of the class.

As soon as it was time for lunch, I kept my head down and tried my best to ignore all the whispers around me. When I sat down next to Layla, everyone hushed their voices and stared at me. Everyone except for Layla, of course.

"Okay, spill!" she demanded.

"There's nothing to spill!" I replied in a higher pitched voice than I had meant to.

"Than what is this I'm hearing about you and Logan having ancestors who were in love until one of them was mauled by a wolf and tragically died!"

"It wasn't a wolf! She was shot!" I corrected. "And it's nothing. It's so stupid. It was for our project. I bet you he made it up too, to stir up trouble. I told you he was bad news!"

"If it's nothing, then why are you blushing?" Layla smirked.

"Because the whole school thinks me and Logan are star-crossed lovers or some other nonsense!" I exclaimed, throwing my hands in the air.

"Don't worry about it, Lily. It's just the latest gossip. He's single, and all the girls who are trying, and failing, to get his attention need to have an explanation for why they are getting rejected. Right now, they choose to believe you two are meant for each other, and that he only has eyes for you. Once that fad passes, they'll all tell themselves he's gay," Layla explained with a straight face.

I had been drinking water while Layla was talking, and I almost spit it out bursting out laughing at her comment. When I was able to swallow the water, I did burst out laughing, and she soon joined me.

"Okay, okay, I can't take it," I said when I was finally able to breathe again. "Let's change the subject."

"Okay, let's discuss your birthday," Layla suggested.

"Sure. I was thinking-" I started.

"Already have everything planned out!" Layla interrupted.

"Layla," I sighed.

"Don't worry! You are gonna love it!" she exclaimed.

I rolled my eyes, knowing it was pointless to argue.

"Fine. But don't invite the whole town this time," I relented.

"Don't worry, this will be a small party," she said.

I shook my head, smiling to myself. Layla definitely threw some of the biggest parties, and she insists on throwing me a party every year. I let her for my 16th birthday, and it had been so huge, I couldn't find anyone I knew in the crowd of people. I'm hoping this year she actually meant it when she said a small party.

But I wasn't able to focus on that subject for long. While eating, my mind kept wandering back to Logan's story. I carefully glanced around the cafeteria for Logan, but couldn't find him anywhere. I thought about where he could be, and my mind immediately went to the gazebo. Our project was over, but that didn't mean he wasn't still out there eating. It was a nice place to eat, and there was a lot less noise out there than the cafeteria.

As lunch ended and our next class began, I started thinking about how and when I was going to confront Logan about his story. I was still completely outraged, but I was doing a very good job of keeping a calm demeanor. But I was going to unleash it on him as soon as I could.

I let off a bit of steam during Gymnastics class, but not nearly enough. The adrenaline just worked me up more, if anything.

Finally, school was over, and I knew this would be my chance. I pulled my sweatpants on over my leotard, and walked out the back entrance of the gym, where we had met that day before going to his shed in the woods. Sure enough, there he was, leaning against the wall.

"Hello sweetheart. I knew you couldn't stay away for long," he teased, giving me his classic smirk and an added wink.

I frowned and marched straight towards him, grabbing him by his shirt and pushing him back against the wall. He looked genuinely surprised by my show of force.

"What the Hell was that?" I shouted.

"Hey, take it easy," he said, throwing his hands up in defense.

"I will NOT take it easy! What were you trying to do with that story anyway? Why make something like that up?" I growled.

His eyes grew stern, and he grabbed my hands by the wrists and pried them from his shirt like they were sticky notes.

"For your information, that story was true. Anna Underwood was the younger sister of one of my ancestors. But she wasn't a werewolf," he stated, smoothing out his shirt and leaning casually against the wall. His body language and his serious, almost angry facial expression were at odds with each other.

"How is that even possible?" I asked, not really believing him.

"It's rare, but every once in a while, the gene for transforming into a werewolf skips a generation. Anna's whole family were werewolves, except for her, and her mother," Logan explained.

"It must have been because her mother was human," I reasoned.

"They thought that too, except both her brothers were werewolves," he reiterated.

"How do you know all this anyway?" I asked, not yet convinced.

"This story has been told in my family for years. All the Underwood's know it," he shrugged.

"And the part about Marcus?" I asked, a little curious, but dreading the answer.

"Also true. You can ask your parents. Your family and my family have been living in Fairbush for a long time, Lily. They just weren't always aware of what the other was, until Anna and Marcus. They did love each other, but Marcus didn't know that Anna's family were werewolves until the night she died, and she didn't know he was a Hunter either. He was trying to shoot her brother, when she jumped in the way to protect him. That's how she was shot. With her dying breath, she told Marcus she loved him, and he admitted the same," Logan explained.

"Why didn't Marcus just kill the rest of her family after she died? He knew they were werewolves," I asked.

"Because Anna also asked that Marcus keep her family's secret. And he did. That is why no one ever knew that the Underwood's were werewolves. They were able to move into the forest, into seclusion, where people eventually forgot about them. The children were homeschooled, and the pack slowly got larger. The Underwood name lived on, and the family's werewolf secret remained such, until you," Logan finished.

I shook my head, not wanting to believe a word of it, but knowing that there was no point in him lying to me. I didn't trust him, but somewhere deep inside myself, I knew he was telling the truth.

"Why did you have to go and tell everyone that story?" I asked. "Why couldn't you have just told me?"

"You wouldn't have taken the time to listen," Logan replied. He was right, I probably wouldn't have. "And besides, why do you care if everyone else knows?"

"Because!" I exclaimed, exasperated that nobody understood. "Now everyone thinks we're, like, star-crossed lovers or some other shit!"

"Maybe we are," Logan suggested, his expression absolutely dead serious.

"Don't ever say that again. Ever!" I hissed through clenched teeth before marching off.
Falling For The Enemy Chapter 10

Author's Note:

Hey guys! So i wrote this chapter all today! Hope you enjoyed this!

In case you were wondering about Anna and Marcus's story and how I came up with it, I actually wrote it for my creative writing class last semester. It was lots of fun, and I still had this story on my mind, so I thought I would put a little twist on it. I may post it on my deviantart account, but if you have any questions about them and their story, feel free to message me. If I do post their story on deviantart, I'll be sure to leave a link for you guys here in the author's note of my next chapter. :) (I will not, however, be writing a story just about them. There wouldn't be much of a point to that anyway, since you already know how it ends :P)

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed!

Leave a review! They make me so happy!

Falling For The Enemy

Chapter 9

The next day, I bought my lunch from the cafeteria and then reluctantly made my way to the gazebo outside. It was located in the Southeast corner of the quad in the middle of the school yard, which couldn't be seen from the cafeteria.

By the time I got there, Logan was already there, pulling a can of soda out of his bag lunch and taking a large gulp.

"What took you so long?" he asked.

"Don't start with me," I warned him, setting my lunch down next to me on the bench across from him.

He just smirked at me.

"So did you go over the reading?" he asked.

"Of course I went over the reading!" I snapped. I picked up today's meal, a burrito, and bit into it. It wasn't the best burrito in the world, but hey, it's cafeteria food after all.

"Okay then," he said, pulling a regular peanut butter and jelly sandwich out of his bag and bringing it to his mouth. "Summarize it for me."

I rolled my eyes and put my burrito down. I pulled the mythology book and my notes out of my book bag.

"Okay, so the legend says that werewolves are creatures that appear human most of the time, but are forced to transform into deadly half-wolf, half-human creatures at every full moon," I started. "We both obviously know that's not true," I muttered under my breath.

Logan chuckled. "Yes, it took a while, but Hunters finally figured out that we can transform whenever we want. And you've also seen that we don't look like hideous half-human, half-wolf creatures. I like to think we look quite majestic in our wolf forms," Logan rambled.

I glared up at him, but didn't say anything and continued.

"Silver is the one metal that a werewolf's body cannot heal from quickly," I read off my notes.

"Ha!" Logan laughed.

I stared at him, a little surprised by his outburst.

"What's so funny?" I asked.

"What you just said," he replied. "It's not true at all."

"It isn't?" I inquired, very surprised.

"Nope," he said nonchalantly.

"So why do all the legends say that? Even Hunters have it written down in our Bestiaries," I said disbelievingly.

"I don't know how that got into legends, but the only reason you Hunters still believe that silver can hurt us is because all your weapons are silver, but you also lace them with Wolfs Bane, which actually does harm werewolves. But silver alone won't do any more damage than another blade," he explained.

I had nothing to say to this. But I turned to a blank page and wrote down this new information.

"Anyway, what else did you get from the chapter?" he asked.

Apparently he hadn't noticed me writing down what I had just learned, as he had been too preoccupied with his sandwich.

I flipped back to my other page.

"Wolfs Bane is poisonous to werewolves, and can weaken them significantly, and certain species are strong enough to kill them, though it depends on the strength of the werewolf," I read.

"That's true," he said.

I glanced up at him then back to my page.

"A new werewolf is created when a person is bitten by a werewolf during a full moon. The only way to reverse the transformation is to kill the werewolf that bit you," I continued.

"That is such a lie, and I don't even know where that legend started. Only Alpha's can turn someone, and it doesn't have to be a full moon. And once you're bitten and become a werewolf, there's no going back. The bite does kill people sometimes though. It just depends on the person," he said.

"You sure like to ramble," I remarked.

He gave me a cocky smile.

"I prefer to think of it as showing off my smarts," he replied.

I rolled my eyes.

"So what else did you get from that chapter?" he asked.

"That was pretty much all I got out of it," I said.

I flipped the page over, to the page where I had the one note I had gotten from Logan.

"What about you? What did you find on any local legends?" I asked.

"Quite a lot actually" Logan stated, pulling out a few old newspaper articles. "There are a lot of records of supposed werewolf sightings in Fairbush over the past century alone."

He handed the articles to me and I looked over them. They were mostly sightings of giant paw prints in the woods, disappearances, and the occasional mauled body. The older ones actually accused werewolves to be the culprits, but as time went on, the articles tried to take on less biased and more scientific responses.

"You know," Logan started, taking a sip out of his soda, "I don't see why we need these articles. I could tell you more about the werewolf history of this town than anyone else. And I have the real version, not these exaggerated, gruesome tales."

"If you do that, you'll expose yourself," I said, not even looking up from my meal.

"I know. But boy, I would love to see their faces if I told them the truth. Ha! I can see it now," he laughed.

I glanced up at him just for a second. When I was sure he wouldn't see me, I smiled a little. He was right, it would probably be hilarious.

"Hey," I started a little timidly. "Would you mind if I asked you a couple of questions?"

He took a large bite out of an apple and smiled at me.

"Fire away!" he said, juice from the apple dribbling down his chin.

"So, obviously you guys can change into a wolf whenever you want, but is it hard to control the transformation sometimes?" I asked.

"Oh yeah. It takes years of practice to learn control. Anger can make you lose control, and it's much harder for those who are bitten. I was born a werewolf, so control has always been a little easier," he explained.

"Okay. And can you guys only access your powers when you're a wolf? Or can you use some of them when you're human too?" I asked.

"We actually can use some of our abilities when we are human. For example, if I want to, I can be extremely strong. And I can also use my wolf senses of sight, hearing, and smell," he said.

He looked around for a second, as if checking to make sure no one else was around.

"Check this out," he said, beckoning me closer.

I leaned forward a bit, my curiosity getting the better of me. He was looking down, so I couldn't see most of his face.

When he looked back at me, his dark blue eyes were now a bright, glowing cerulean.

It surprised me at first, and then I remembered who it was I was talking to. I leaned back away from him.

"Pretty cool, right?" he exclaimed.

"Yeah," I mumbled, unable to look away from his eyes, no matter how much my mind screamed at me to.

When I was finally able to think clearly, I asked another question.

"So how come werewolves have different colored eyes?" I asked.

"No one really knows. I guess it's just genetics," he shrugged, his eyes returning to normal. "But Alphas always have red eyes. The power of being the head of the Pack gives your eyes a red color."

I nodded. This information wasn't really crucial, but I had always been curious as to why werewolf eyes glowed different colors.

"Oh, and check this out too," Logan said.

He held out his hand, the fingers curled inwards into a fist. When he opened his hand again, his fingernails were long, pointy claws.

My eyebrows went up.

"I didn't know you guys could do that," I admitted.

"I know," he said, leaning back and examining his claws, as though this was the first time he was seeing them. "We've been keeping you in the dark on purpose. The more you know about us, the easier it would be for you to kill us."

"You know, I could go and tell my parents everything I just learned. Why would you tell me all this when you know my family are hunters?" I asked.

He leaned forward, smiling at me. "Because I know you won't."

I glanced warily at his claws.

"You don't know me. How do you know I wouldn't?" I challenged.

His smile disappeared, and he looked at me seriously.

"Maybe I trust you," he said.

We stared at each other for a while, neither one of us blinking. I don't know what he was looking for in my eyes, but I was looking for anything that might tell me what his real intentions were. I couldn't find anything. I couldn't read those deep blue eyes of his. For a moment, I just became lost in their depths.

When I came back, I had to blink a few times to regain my composure.

"Regardless of if you trust me or not, I do not trust you," I said, looking down at the open mythology book in my lap instead of him.

"I know," I barely heard him say. I may have heard wrong, but his voice almost sounded melancholy.

I didn't look up to see his expression, just turned back to my food, trying to keep myself occupied with anything but him.

"So how do you want to do this?" he asked.

"What?" I asked, looking up.

"How do you want to present the project?" he replied.

"Oh," I said. "Um…"

Logan interrupted me before I could answer.

"How about you present everything in the book, and I'll present the local legends," he suggested.

"Um, sure. That could work," I agreed. "Just present the legends as they are. Our grade depends on it, so don't screw it up."

"Don't worry. I'm not gonna expose either of us," he chuckled.

The bell rang, signaling lunch was over and our next class would start in 5 minutes. I pushed my books into my bag and stood up, taking my disposable lunch tray and dropping it in the nearest trash can. Logan downed the last of his soda and then crushed the can before basketball tossing it into the trash. It went in, and he threw up his arms in victory. He smiled at me and winked. I just rolled my eyes and started walking towards my next class.

Logan sped up to walk beside me.

"This was fun. We should do this again sometime," he said.

I looked up at him, one eyebrow quirked. He looked back at me, a sweet, sincere smile on his face.

"Seriously," he urged.

I looked away from him, shaking my head and chuckling darkly.

"I think you're forgetting who we are," I replied, speeding up my pace to get ahead of him.

"No, I know who our families are. But I'm trying to get to know who you are," he said.

This stopped me in my tracks for a moment. I glanced over my shoulder at him, thinking maybe looking at him would get rid of some of the confusion I was feeling.

But seeing him standing there, hands stuffed in the pockets of his jeans, a forlorn look on his face, and hope visible in his eyes, just made me more confused.

I turned around and continued towards my class at a brisk pace. He didn't try and catch up with me.
Falling For The Enemy Chapter 9

Author's Note:

Hey guys! Sorry it took me so long to get this chapter up! I've had an...interesting summer. It's been fun! Don't get me wrong. Been dancing and working, earning money! I recently got to meet my favorite stars from The Vampire Diaries! I uploaded my pictures on deviantart, if you want to check them out. Meeting Ian Somerhalder, Zach Roerig, Steven R McQueen, and Michael Trevino was a dream come true!

But, I've been feeling unusually tired this summer. I get exhausted way too easy. I recently found out why. I've actually been sick all summer, and didn't even know it. I can't really tell you all what I have, because I don't want it to get out there, because some people that I know in real life read this stuff. But don't worry, I'm already getting better, and I'm going to be fine. There's no cure for what I have, but I'm fighting it. :)

Not surprisingly, my lack of energy due to my illness also attributed to my lack of motivation to write. But now that I'm recovering, I hope to be able to write more soon. With school starting back up, and my fight not over, it may be difficult, but I promise you guys that I am not giving up on this story.

So anyway, I hope you enjoyed this chapter. There will be more to come. :)

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Happy Valentine's Day!

Totally forgot to mention this, but me and my boyfriend got back together! Yay! So happy!

We're going to the zoo today (he's never been), and then he's got a mystery date planned for tonight. So excited!

So Happy Valentine's Day everyone! (or Single's Awareness Day). :)


Artist | Student | Literature
United States
I am a really big Treasure Planet Fan and I love writing stories!
And yes, my name really is Raphaelle.
I'm 19, and I haven't been writing for very long. In fact, Treasure Planet: The Real Treasure was the first story I ever wrote. I've been writing for about 3 years now, since my Junior year of High School, and I'm now a Freshman in College.
Supposedly I am really good, at least that's what people tell me.
I've been on a few dates, had my first kiss the day after my 19th birthday. Never been in a relationship, but there is plenty of time for that.
I'm a red head with blue eyes (like Ariel) and I love to sing.
I want to study to become a psychologist. After my career has settled down, I might write in my spare time. Who knows, maybe I will become a successful writer! :)
I really suck at Drawing, and I've taken lots of classes, so I'm hopeless.
I've met so many great friends here on deviantart! I honestly wish that I could meet you all face to face, (but I can't. Internet safety and what not).
I love being on stage. My dream is to become an actress/singer. But I know that its highly unlikely that my dream will come true. So I am aspiring to be a psychologist. I love learning about that stuff, and people always tell me I'm really insightful for my age, so I think I would be really good at it.
Anyway, that's me in a nutshell.

Current Residence: United States of America
Favourite genre of music: Musical (So Disney) and Pop
Favourite style of art: Drawings
MP3 player of choice: Tablet
Favourite cartoon character: Jim Hawkins and Ariel
Personal Quote: Don't Dream Your Life, Live Your Dreams

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SassyDragon18 Featured By Owner Feb 10, 2015  Hobbyist Writer
Hello :)
princessofDisney27 Featured By Owner Dec 2, 2014
HI :3 
MermaidKisa Featured By Owner Oct 25, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
Happy birthday! =D
Hope it's a great one! =)
MermaidGirlForever Featured By Owner Oct 26, 2014  Student Writer
Thank you!
MermaidKisa Featured By Owner Oct 26, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
You're welcome!
Waterdragon1654 Featured By Owner Oct 25, 2014
HAPPY BIRTHDAY! :iconrainbowbummiecakeplz:
ZeldaCosplayed Featured By Owner Sep 3, 2014  Hobbyist Artist
Hello. Do u have any pictures of your OC Naga Alec I could see?
MermaidGirlForever Featured By Owner Sep 3, 2014  Student Writer
I unfortunately don't. Sorry.
ZeldaCosplayed Featured By Owner Sep 3, 2014  Hobbyist Artist
Dang it....oh well. That's ok,
It gives the reader the ability to picture him themselves. :)
MermaidGirlForever Featured By Owner Sep 3, 2014  Student Writer
I know. I just never used a picture. I might try and do something in the future. We'll see.
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