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The night was painted an eye-popping dark purple with crystals of white splashed to the left, I look ahead and see the small forest of trees and I race to them.
     I pass through the tree limbs and underbrush. I begin to feel the pricks of thorns poking through my clothes and slowly digging into my skin. Darnet. I think to myself. I just made this shirt, too! Looks like we're going to be trimming the rose bushes this summer-- again.
     I finally reach the small clearing, and see him standing by the orange tree. He dressed wonderfully tonight, his Chapel jeans. He also wore the T-shirt I made him about a month ago, and his Marriage necklace.
     I can see the ruby cut into a little heart clearly from here, twenty feet away. The leather cord wraps around his neck, and a little to tight if you ask me.
     I rush towards him and jump into his arms. I tilt my head up a little bit and kiss him, and he kisses me right back.
     "Kayla" is all he says.
     "Andrew" is all I say in reply.
     We talk for a little while. Just about our family, how they are doing an all. Then we enter a long pause, until Andrew breaks the silence to ask me something.
     "Kayla, do you love me?" he asks.
     "What a silly question to ask when you know the answer. Yes, of course I love you." I answer.
     "Well then..." he starts. He can't finish because he bends down on one knee. Andrew starts to undo the clasp on his Marriage necklace and takes out a little black box from his pocket.
     I start to cry and place a hand over my mouth to imprison a sob trying to escape. I just cannot believe this.
     "Kayla Smith," Andrew proposes, "will you do me the honor of making me a happy man? Will you marry me?"
     "What a silly question to ask when you know the answer. Yes, of course I'll marry you." I smile.
     "With that said, I give you my Marriage necklace and the engagement ring."
     He slides the Marriage necklace around my neck and clasps it in the back. He then slides on the ring on my finger and now I can see a diamond twinkling on my left hand. I smile. I can't believe that I am engaged.
     "One thing." I say. "How am I supposed to tell my parents that I'm marrying a Rebel?"

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I wrote that story last night. I saw my Hunger Games notebook sitting in my nightstand and I took it out and just wrote. I do have more... but it's a flashback. but you don't want to hear that do you. *people scream that they want more* okay, okay, OKAY! I'll give you the rest that I have. Here it is. (And the plus signs are the seperator for the fiction.)

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It was a Tuesday morning, I was late for work and as tired as a librarian reading all night just to finish a book. I stopped by the coffee shop on the way because I desperately needed the caffeine. I was sitting in line and a man in front of me had his music blaring into his ears. I recognized the tune and tapped his shoulder.
     "Oh my gosh, I love that band!" I exclaimed.
     He nodded and stared. I looked down and saw my navy blue summer dress covered in white chevrons; free of stains. Maybe it was my hair. I pulled out my pocket mirror from my purse. No... my bright red hair was still in it's bouncy curls. I put my mirror back in my bag and fluttered my big brown faerie-type eyes.
     "Does pretty music girl have a name?" he asked.
     "Maybe if hot music boy does." I replied.
     "Well then I'm Andrew, and you are?"
     "Kayla. Hey, give me your phone and I'll give you mine so we can enter our numbers."
     I took my smartphone out of it's pocket in my bag. I swiped my pattern and went to my contacts. I pressed the plus sign and gave him my phone. I took his iPhone and entered my name and number, took a quick snap of myself and saved the contact.
     I gave Andrew his phone back and we stepped up to the registers to order. I heard him order a bland black coffee (with no milk or sugar added when he left). I ordered an X-Large Caramel Frappuccino and when I got the order I added a dash of chocolate, vanilla, and cinnamon powder to the coffee and went to work.

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I hoped you liked the fiction! I'll be posting some more soon! xx, meena. happy tuesday!