story number 1. *NONAME* by me, raylene marie. CHAP 1.

writers notes. : i wrote the first chapter of this story after i read nicolas sparks the last song. im only in 8th grade english, i dont have to good of puntuation and stuff, its just for fun. deal with it. below is my impressions of angel, john, then jackson. no offence to the actual people, brittany spears, channing tatum, and pete wentz. finallyyy.....  lets  see how it goes!

chapter 1. every story has a begining. to bad you dont know mine.

i ran down the boredwalk on this chilly april morning, my mind away. my mind was always far away when i ran. it was my time to think, about everything. jackson, my now ex abuseive boyfriend. my school, my friends, my family, everything has been going on lately. after my best friend kayla convinced me to tell teh police, jackson dissapeared to, well idont know were. its been almost a mounth since ive seen him, so why am i so uneasy today?  out of breath, i stopped to look out toward the beautiful blue ocean, shinning in the low sun. for a second, the world around me stopped. but then a uneasy feeling came over me, like somone was looking at me. i turned around and saw jackson right behind me. i lost my breath instantly. "angel, imissed you" he grabbed my arm tightly. "youve been a very bad girl, telling on me like tht. shame shame!" i closed my eyes. i could feel jacksons warm, sour, aclclahol breath all around my face and hair. "jackson, let go." i weakly staggered. he just held on tighter tho. i sorta fought back. "let go jackson! your hurting me!" people were begining to stop and stare. my face grew pale. but then, a huge hand stepped in between me and jackson. and a deep, low, sexy voice. "hey man, let her go."  but jackson, he dosnet like people bossing him around. i couldnt look. "uhm, and who are you? you dont no me! hell, you dont no her!" he stabbed a finger in my face. "you think your real cool, standing up for the pretty lady?! well get the out man. shes with me, and way to good for you." my eyes were still closed, and then, i heard a clunk. i assumed jackson had hit someone, but no. jacksons drunk self fell, straight back, onto the boredwalk. my instincts hit me, and i quickly walked of, not looking at anyone. especially not the guy tht helped me. "hey! wait up!" i heard him shout. and then a warm, rough hand touched my arm. i turned around. a kid, well, man stood, towering above me, huge mussles everywere, yet childish eyes and dimples. if i believed in love at first site, it woulda hit me. he smiled and throwed out his hand. "hi, im john." "im angel." i couldnt help but smile too. "thats a beautiful name!" i blushed. "ohh, thanks. i mean, my names technically angelica, like the rugrats." i giggled. he looked confused, and i regreted the rugrats part. "so, ive never seen you around before, and most tourists dont help out random strangers like that. do you live here?" i said, breaking the silence. "well, i guess. for the summer. my dads sick, and my parents are divorced, so im hear with him." "ohh! im so sorry! ididnt mean to--" he held his hands up. "no. its fine. its cancer. im not sure how long he will be here for, so i decided to stay for the summer and take care of him." "wow, thats really nice of you. what school do you go to?" i still quizzed. "im, im not in school. i just turned 21." i winced at his age. i was only 16. yet i found him so atractive. he seemed to open his mouth to say somthing, then stopped. i had school, and new i had to get going. "well, uhm. i have school today. so i really need to get going? but, do you have a fone? my numbers 582-7034. you can call er txt me, and we can meet up some time. kayy? alright. bye, john." i smiled, running off. despite what happened with jackson, i felt good, almost, happy. i ran home, did my hair and makeup, and got to school.