[Well, by now you've probably read the first part of the story, and I'm sorry if it's a little drug out or whatever, but I can only write it in small sections, since I only have 5 minutes... It's better then nothing!!]
~Twirling a strand of hair nervously, Wolven wondered what to ask. All the while, Nathan waited paitently, every now and again glancing at Wolven through the tops of his eyes. Eventually, Wolven had an idea.
~"I want to hear a story about what happened in that fire..." she asked quietly, "That's all..." She expected the worse, that Nathan wouldn't tell her anything, maybe get mad at her. The last thing Wolven wanted was a scar on the back of her head too. But, again, Nathan was full of suprises. He looked up at Wolven, somewhere between anger, sadness, and confusion in his eyes. Wolven answered his unasked question.
~"I heard Vincent explaining to Martin why you avoided the bonfire until everyone left," Wolven muttered, lowering her head, "All I heard was 'the fire'... Promise." Nathan let out a long sigh, shaking his head.
~"It's all Martin as well..." Nathan muttered, letting out another breath, "But Martin never wanted a story..." Wolven's heart skipped a beat.
~"R-Really?" she stuttered, smiling slightly. Nathan, though reluctant, nodded the same.
~"Make yourself confy," he sighed, "This story might take awhile..."
[Constructive critisism is good, but don't be mean about it... I'm doing this in the first five minutes in class, and half the time I'm doing homework due that day at the same time... But suggestions and stuff are appreciated.]
