*|Tender|*
"Serenity is not freedom from the storm, but peace amid the storm”
Hi I'm Cloud and I'm new to the board. Hopefully you like this story. It's a fantasy romance story. Here we go!

*Chapter 1*
"You can hide, hide all your feelings inside. You can try to carry on, when all you wanna do is cry" -Someday by Rob Thomas
I stare at the ceiling and wonder what happened. It had been strange and definitely out of the ordinary. It was as if some magic spell came over me. I was at ends with myself. I hated him, I loved him. Are the two that different? Hate and Love, that is. I thought I hated him but I also know I don't somewhere in my heart it cause me pain to see him hurt. What had happened, when did I start caring about him. Just then my cell phone buzzed I picked it up and read the text it was from Gypsy, my best friend.

From: Gypsy Miram
To: Korinne Erikson

Hey Kori! Wat happned 2day w/u and Jared?
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'Ugh' I thought. Gypsy was my best friend, since Pre-K, but right then was not a good time for me. I thought for a little while before texting back with the keyboard.

From: Korinne Erikson
To: Gypsy Miram

Nuthin
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It wasn't long before she texted me back. I sighed and opened it.

From: Gypsy Miram
To: Korinne Erikson

kori, u and i both kno something happened. tell me!
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I slid my phone shut I went back to staring at the ceiling, I looked at the clock 12:07AM. I knew I wasn't getting any sleep tonight. I checked my messages again.

From: Gypsy Miram
To: Korinne Erikson

Kori. ANSWER ME!
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From: Gypsy Miram
To: Korinne Erikson

Kori I swear I will march straight to your house if u do not answer me
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From: Gypsy Miram
To: Korinne Erikson

Alright Im comin'
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From: Jared Marx
To: Korinne Erikson

Hi
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I stared for what seemed like hours at that one word.
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“Never cut a tree down in the wintertime. Never make a negative decision in the low time. Never make your most important decisions when you are in your worst moods. Wait. Be patient. The storm will pass. The spring will come.”

- Robert H. Schuller


-ClouddStrm