Creative Writing My Life - 830 Words

When lunch period came around, I stepped out of my previous classroom and started walking towards the cafeteria to look for Niall. I turned the corner stepping towards the cafeteria entrance when I feel a strong grip tug on my arm. I turn my head in time to see a closed door. I smell the faint cologne Ive grown to feel nervous around. What are you doing, Harry? I ask looking up at his face hidden in the shadows of his features. Howd you know it was me? He asks chuckling and pushing his curls back. Well, youre the only one I know who would do something like this. I smiled shaking my head. Not mentioning that I knew because of his smell. Well I dont know actually, I just want to see something. He starts stepping closer,†¦show more content†¦Tell me, Emma, where were you planning to go on this little date of yours with Niall? He asks lowering his voice, sounding more mysterious. How does he know I have a date with Niall? Shit! Niall! Crap. I curse. I completely forgot I was supposed to be out with him getting lunch. I hop off the desk using his shoulders to stabilize me and start making my way to the door. I reach for the doorknob ready to make a run for it to reach Niall as soon as I can. I asked you a question. I hear Harry growl behind me. His breath hitting the back of my neck sending shivers throughout my body. I turn around to face him with my arms crossed. Excuse me? I ask with wide eyes. Who does he think he is to talk to me that way. I said, where are you planning to go with Niall on your play date? He asks crossing his arms Imitating my position. How adorable, he thinks he can scare me. Well, hes got another thing coming. I dont need to tell you anything, Harry. He steps behind me, to cover the door handle from my reach. Why does he have to be so difficult? I guess were not leaving then. Make yourself comfortable, we will be here a while. He smirks. I slump my shoulders down and look down at the watch around my wrist. Lunch period is almost over. I need to get back to class. I answered looking up at him. Why does he have to be so tall? Better start talking then. He leans in the doorway and looks down at me. I see him from the corner of my eyes, eyeing me upShow MoreRelatedCreative Writing : My Life1474 Words   |  6 Pagesthat trap you. Toxic plotting cleared the air as the slow creak of the door echoed in the room. Mouths silenced and heads bowed in submission, they were playing the part, cautious and fearful. Hearts spoke prayers in hope of invisibility. From under my eyelashes I faintly distinguished the singed fringes of his tightly wound lace. Feet like anvils, glided across the glossed floor which contrasted with the ebony skinned boots. Thick at the soul and polished at the toes, they deceitfully drifting smoothlyRead MoreCreative Writing : My Life771 Words   |  4 Pagesanother glimpse of this perfect human but my heart sinks as the slim figure is nowhere to be found. 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What seems like a few hours later, but I’m sure is only a few seconds I finally respond. â€Å"Wh- What are you doing here Edward?† â€Å"Well†¦Ã¢â‚¬  He pauses. â€Å"I couldn’t stop thinking about you after we spoke this morningRead MoreCreative Writing : My Life1954 Words   |  8 Pageswasnt that bad. I swear a ton of it was review from French II. Lou says casually. Now I roll my eyes. Of course youd say that. Hey! Dont be a bitch. I bet you didnt do as bad as you think you did. And I bet that pigs can fly, I snort and Lou punches my arm. After we stood in line and bought our lunch we made our way to the table to greet everyone. Sitting down, Justin throws his arm over my shoulder and I snuggle into him. Between baseball practise and studying for finals we haventRead MoreCreative Writing : My Fathers Life1762 Words   |  8 Pagesâ€Å"Liam! Get in here right now,† My Father shouted. I could tell by the sound of his voice that he was drunk and once again mad at me for no reason at all. I slowly walked into the living room with my head down, trying not to catch eye to eye with him. He then said with his voice thundering, â€Å"What in the world is this†, he was pointing at the television which was on ESPN. I felt like saying a television but I knew that would make the tension between me and him even worse. I spoke softly, â€Å"I was relaxingRead MoreReflection Of Creative Writing811 Words   |  4 PagesCreative Writing was a class I never imagined taking. In high school, I enjoyed the small section of English class that was set aside for creative writing. That was all it was; a small section of my class time dedicated to writing about whatever I wanted. Reading has been my favorite hobby for as long as I can remember. Sitting in my advisor’s office at the beginning of summer; I was hesitant about taking this class. 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