The Beginning by Deanne Macri (best ereader for graphic novels txt) 📕

I slammed the car door shut, angry at my father for dragging me to this dump. "Now, now, darling, don't be so mad." My grandmother was saying as she scurried around through her purse. I calmed myself down, I didn't want my grandmother to see me like this. I had never met her. "I know you are angry, but please don't be mad at your father."
I nodded with agreement, the truth is I am mad at my father for leaving me, I am mad for him growing up here, but then again, this is where my parents fell in love. "Theresa, I'll be in the store for a bit, here is twenty dollars. Stay in this area."Her grandmother was a bit odd. She had brown hair that had identified the same hair color as Theresa's. "Fine. I'll be at the coffee shop." Theresa replied, and she had begun to cross the street. With Theresa not sleeping at night, she is desperate to stay awake.
I opened the glass door, hearing a bell ring once above me, stomping on the mat to get the snow off. And that is when I had seen him. All of a sudden, in the background, it had gently started to snow. That is when the song: End of All Time by Stars of Track and Field had ended and Echo by Jason Walker had started in the distant of the background. It was one moment. That I just disappeared with him by his eyes. There he was, across the room from me. And here I am. My eyes caught the glisp of him. His did the same as mine did. It felt like we gazed each other for a long time in such short amount of time—everything was in slow motion. I stared with great wonder, while he was covered with immense mystery that couldn't be explain. One moment that I couldn't escape. We, both, had suddenly looked away. But I couldn't help but to wonder and stare, he was just so.. so. . . so mysterious.
Forget it. It'll never happen. A voice popped in my head, negative enegry. I knew I was right.
"May I help you?" asked the young man who's currently sighing with frustration, whom looked about Theresa's age. He has this chesnut hair that is buzz-cut, has a pierced ear in his left, this dark stormy dashing blue eyes, himself was just charming, tan skin, masculine. "I-I'll have H-Hot Chocolate."Theresa stuttered through her words, trying to think; her mind was blank but it was so cluttered up.
"Alright then."The young man replied.
What the Hell is this town?

Theresa thought acutely. Theresa choose to sit the one by the window, to take the exquisite landscape in and reverie deeply. She didn't know how long she was out or whatever she was daydreaming about. "Hello?"That young boy from the counter earlier had called out, giving Theresa a little shake. "S-sorry. Sorry."Theresa muttered sheepishly, feeling the blood rushing to her cheeks; making it bright rosey red color, "thank you."
And that was it. His fingers accidently touched her and Theresa felt a rush of feelings. Feelings that she couldn't explain. Words were lost and it felt like as if her throat was ripped out and she couldn't speak. "Here you go." He said, gazing into her eyes. "Thanks?"She replied, feeling a bit brainwashed. Then she looked over behind herself, seeing that boy she first had seen when she first entered the shop.
December 1st
Dear Diary,
Today I finally went to this so-called town that my parents fell in love. Sounds cheesy to you probably but who cares? This town is a freak. It's so crazy; my parents were born here, they grew up, fell in love, had me--yes, me. I was born HERE. I miss my father terriblely. He raised me. Anyway, to be honest, I only have a diary since I have no one, sure my grandmother but I don't know I can just tell her things; my secrets.
It's snowing--oh so, gently. It's so beautiful. I saw this boy--two of them, in fact. They're a bit odd of course but then again, THIS whole town is. But one of them, the first one I saw--he has this. . . way. Something I can't explain. He has this soft creamy brown eyes and tanned skin. His hair is buzzed-cut is golden with dark brown that's also light brown. I dunno, it doesn't even matter. The second boy, he works in the coffee shop. He seems the tough boy, like he'll be a bully. He's mean or. . . or... or I dunno; a jerk. Evil. Heartless. A Rebel. He's beautiful, but is he on the inside? His body is like an artwork form. Very charming, him. His eyes says something about himself, like the other boy. But it's hard to figure it out. Figure HIM out. The second boy, as I was saying, his eyes. . . they're blue. But not that kind of blue. It's like an ocean on a stormy day. Stormy blue. I should've looked at the nametag of his. It doesn't even matter...

"Writing about me?"The young lad came back with a coffee filled cup to refill for people with empty cups while he chuckles, smirking.
"E-excuse me?"Theresa asked while she suddenly looked at his nametag.
DEVON

"Are you new here?"He asked, helping himself to sit down. "Yeah--yes. Just moved here."Theresa replied, closing her diary. "Cool. I'll see you later."He got up and gone. Weird.
I looked back behind me. Seeing him pouring the silky coffee into a cup, hearing a bell jingle. I looked over. I see this girl who has golden hair in the front but a dirty ash blond in the back, I could tell that her regular average skin color was pale but her face was red, she has blue eyes that is enough light to bring back light, hope, love, and faifth to bring anything back. She's hanging up her winter coat that is orange with creamy beige fuzzy fake fur on the hood. She unwraps her scarf from around her neck, this scarf was neatly well knitted; bunches of exploding warm colors: violet, yellow, brown, pink, orange, blue, tan, gray, and a few others. She's wearing brown boots dark skinney jeans, and a baby pink and white shirt that is transparent, knitted, and shows her back, but she is wearing a hot pink tank top, a key necklace that has little tiny diamonds on it, and hooped silver earings.
"Hey Macy." Devon greeted. Theresa, being nibby as she is, had overheard other people conversations.
I looked over, seeing that girl putting on a brown apron, tying it behind her back, Macy, I had heard, replied, "Hey. How's life?"
"Just this old town, maybe a few things or people had made a change."Devon answered.
I notice I overhear a lot of people. Yeah, according to Kayla, Abby loves Freddie.

After I was finished writing and drinking my Hot Chocolate, I stayed there for a while, just sitting, waiting. I gave my money to Macy, she also looked about my age. I left, looking back one last time, as if I were taking a mental pictue of him, Devon, who currently looked back at me but he had quickly looked away. A girl come over, sitting herself down, "Hello." She had said, she had blond hair that shone like the sun, dull blue eyes. "I'm Chloe. What's your name?" She smirked, like she had something planned. "T-Theresa."I stuttered, confused. "Cool. I noticed you're new here. You might wanna know lil'bit 'bout this town, don't you?" There it was again: that devious smile of this stranger's. "Sure, why not?" I replied. "Good. This town is a freak show. You might as well get used to that. Weird, here, is normal in this town. If you don't like it, get the Hell outta here then--before you're stuck here forever." Then she giggled so evil. She got up and left. The bell above the door rung as the door opened and closed. Just like that.

After waiting moments for her grandmother to be finished with her errands, which Theresa had spent all of her time in the coffee shop, the grandmother finally came out. "Finally! What took you so long?"Theresa asked, full of curiosity. "Ah, just been here and there."The grandmother replied, leaving trails of mysteries behind.

I sat in my room, the heater silently warms the room up, staring at the wall, then something pops inside me, it sounded like him. Sounded like he had said to me, no his soul--

"For I am only Human, I can't deny the love, I am not perfect, nor heartless, I want to feel:

remorse, love, happiness, loved, special, anything at all, anything that makes me Human. . ."

Gasping with startleness, and finding herself insane. She quickly picks up her pen and scribbles rapidly jots this down on a little notepad that was in her drawer. She laid herself back down, just thinking. Thinking. She emotionlessly picks up her diary, already writing,
Dear Diary,
Thinking of my past. . . Thinking of him. They both were just magnifacant. Especially that Devon guy. He was just beautiful, he left me speechless and inspired. Everything about him. . just makes me wanna shudder, Devon, himself gets chills running up my spine. I know, I know, it sounds cheesy like it just came out of a romantic book that every girl dream of, knowing that'll never happen, like I'll be out in the rain, kissing a boy in the middle of the road.

It's so weird. This place. It reminds me of my father's house that he had built when I was seven but never got to finish it for some reason. The only house I see is maybe about less than twenty-four yards or so away from me, now that place is creepier. I could see the window that matches perfectly along with mine. I better go to sleep. It's almost going onto Midnight and I'm tired, even if I can't stop writing or thinking about him

I fell asleep easily and peacefully, until a dream pops up in my head.
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