A ray of sun tapped gently on Madelyn’s shoulder, attempting to rouse
her from her sleep. She groaned slightly and turned her face away from
the large window beside her bed. She hadn’t stolen a glance at the
clock, but she surmised that the time for her to tread into the sunlight
was close at hand.
In her mind, Madelyn played with the fact that perhaps it was not as
early as it seemed, and the sunrays were calling to her too soon. But
then, as if to spectacularly shoot down her thoughts, the ray tapped her
again. This time it accompanied its tap with a small whisper: “Get up,
Madelyn jumped up from her slumber, causing the long curls that had
rested on her pillow to fall upon her shoulders. She suddenly realized
she was very cold; through the course of the night her blanket had
mostly retreated from her bed. Only a small section of the cloth
remained covering her waist.
She mumbled, “I’m up, Mr. Sun Ray”, although she knew he had
already faded deep into the morning sky. Madelyn stumbled out of bed
still wearing the dress and high heels from the club she had attended
the night before.
Looking in the mirror, she saw the same thing she saw every morning.
Her make-up was smeared in just the right way to cause her to resemble a
raccoon. She ran her fingers through her messy, untamable hair and tried
to contrive a plan to rescue her appearance. Only ten minutes remained
before the start of her class.
Kaden was up before his alarm clock went off. While keeping his eyes
fixed on the mirror, he reached behind himself and smacked the button to
silence his screeching alarm. Leaning forward into the mirror, he
carefully crafted strands of his blond hair into chunky spikes.
The spikes did not, however, hold the entirety of his awareness. Inside
Kaden’s head, many other random thoughts scrambled around trying the
reach the forefront of the young student’s crowded mind. At the
moment, no thought in particular could
remain in his consciousness any longer than minuscule seconds.
One thought did manage to highjack his thoughts eventually, as the
thought’s keeper finished sculpting his hair to perfection and had
begun to practice smiling for the ever-inviting mirror.
The thought dangling in front of Kaden’s awareness was not simply an
ordinary thought. It was the kind of thought that Kaden had given much
more power to; it was a goal. And this goal was not simply a goal. This
goal’s terms had been repeated in his head numerous times before
disappearing into sleep.
The young thought keeper smiled charismatically at the glossy clone of
himself encased behind the mirror.
“By the end of this week, everyone will know my name.”
The most powerful light that shone in Rian’s room was the dim glow of
a computer monitor. With one flustered hand, he reached up and touched
one of the large speakers pumping music directly into his ears. He hated
confining the music to dance only in his headphones. The rhythm pushed
desperately on Rian’s ears, urgently begging to be released into the
lifeless room imprisoning their frantically typing master.
Rian’s lips longed to sing or hum or even just whisper their melody
to the enormous darkness for them, but he already owed a debt to the
ungracious word document before him.
But the debt would soon have to be repaid. One glance stolen at the
clock informed Rian that this engagement would have to be wrapped up in
a matter of minutes. He increased his speed of typing and very quickly
found himself triumphantly pressing down on the final key to unlock him
from this digital prison.
After victoriously turning off the computer and grabbing his beat-up
skateboard, Rian and his headphones shoved through the door into the
Before. Class one.
This was the word that Madelyn caught crawling from the teacher’s
mouth as she glanced up from her internal conversation with the charming
sunrays that had managed to squeeze into the classroom through the
shades. Even if these sunrays had not distracted her, surely her
friendly pencil or her enthusiastic binder would have drawn her
attention away from the center of the classroom.
“…in the mist of many changes. Anomie is a state of normlessness
for an individual or a group. Research has revealed…”
Why could she not focus today? Something was blocking her focus, oh if
only she knew what it was! This all sounded very relevant. Madelyn
herself had often felt consumed by an inability to discern how she
should live up to the expectations of her new environment. Was she in a
state of anomie? The way in which she was meant to live out her life did
not seem clear at all, and quite naturally she often wished for it to
be. She stole a glace across the room and spotted an extraordinarily
beautiful girl focused intently on the lecture.
Oh, how Madelyn wished she could be like that girl! Why could she not
be that startlingly lovely and majestically attentive? She longed to be
just like the girl, and as she wished this, the magnificent girl looked
over at her and smiled a knowing smile. Madelyn’s wish then changed.
She simply wanted to speak with this brilliant girl.
Kaden spotted a group of freshmen chatting enthusiastically when he
reached the second floor. This was it. He had to do it. He took a deep
breath and pressed forward towards to chipper group of his peers.
“Hello, I don’t know if any of you know me. I’m Kaden and I’m
running for President of the student body.”
He flashed the group a spectacular smile and began handing out the
fliers he had spent most of the morning printing out. He ignored their
expressions as he could already surmise that they ranged from smirks to
vacant glances. Instead, he used the inevitable silence that followed
his introduction to press on with his prepared speech.
“I just want all of you to know that I am here for you.
If you have any questions or want any more information, feel free to
contact me. My e-mail and room number are on those fliers.”
The girl nearest to Kaden lifted her head and forced a pathetic smile.
Kaden, wanting to end things on a hopeful note, spoke even as he backed
away from the now quiet group.
“So… if there are no questions –“
“No,” interrupted a smirking male in the group. “There aren’t.
Before. Class two.
The girl was in Madelyn’s math class as well. How had she not noticed
her before? Between working out the oppressing math problems that
plagued the defenseless white board, Madelyn stole glances at the
unmatched beauty. Right now the sunrays could wait. Madelyn had to force
herself to understand this enigmatic concept the professor was forcing
her to comprehend.
The professor, grey from head to toe, paced from one end of the dull,
white classroom to the other watching his captives scribble notes
frantically onto the unsuspecting, but always accepting, sheets of paper
When it seemed that a bulk of the students’ had laid down their
pencils, the professor addressed his class.
“Is there a Condorcet winner?”
Madelyn was not yet finished working out the problem, but she was far
enough to muster a hypothesis. She lightly scribbled her answer,
“No.” onto the exhausted paper before her.
When none of the students took it upon themselves to respond to the
question, the professor answered in their place: “Yes, there is.”
Turning his back to the class to explain this conclusion on the board,
the professor’s dialog suddenly became increasingly difficult to
grasp. Madelyn’s world once again focused on the lovely paragon
sitting two rows in front of her.
The topmost floor of school library was a perpetually unpopular
location. As Kaden perused the lifeless aisles he expected to remain
entirely alone. It was to his surprise that as he searched for books he
began to hear footsteps behind each shelf he scoured. He did not catch
sight of the individual responsible for the sound and thus began to
wonder if his stressful day had adversely affected his grasp on reality.
He frowned and strolled over to an obscurely located chair. It was then
that the dim lights revealed the shadow of another person. Kaden was
among company; an anonymous company that had been betrayed by
He turned on impulse, his nerves begged to know this stranger’s
identity. The student he found himself in the presence of was someone he
had never seen. Kaden did
not expect this – he had made it a point to recognize most of the
faces on campus. Perhaps this student was an antisocial bookworm?
Beyond the unknown identity of the student, Kaden found himself unable
to discern the gender of this fresh face. He/she had a petite build and
delicate features partnered with the dress and mannerisms of a male.
Kaden estimated the kid a man, but needed a name for assurance. He
forced himself to revert to his smiley politician persona.
“Hello,” he said amicably, extending his right hand. “I don't
believe we've met. I'm Kaden.”
The mysterious student, wearing a smirk beneath his intense eyes,
grabbed Kaden's hand. Rather
than fulfilling societal expectations by shaking it, the student lifted
Kaden's hand to his/her lips and planted a soft kiss.
“Nice to meet you, Kaden.” The voice was rough and sounded
masculine. His most-likely male peer continued, “I was kinda wondering
if you could help me.”
Kaden forced himself to stay composed but his glowing smile refused to
continue accompanying him. What was happening? What was wrong with this
socially inept freak? He gently, but deliberately, tugged his hand back
“What's wrong?” Kaden asked, attempting to revive his smile and
“Oh, I'm fine.” the strange student responded. “You just caught
“But... but you wanted something.”
The kid laughed. What was so funny? Kaden began grinding his teeth
Clearly observing Kaden's disgust, the boy began his vaguely unsettling
explanation, “At lunch, you sat with some brats at the table next to
mine. Some of the shit you said inspired me, even if it was a little
fucked up. The world's a crappy place, but you still wanna clean it up.
That's good stuff. I was wondering if you could teach me how to be like
With enormous effort, Kaden forced himself to laugh and make a joke.
“So you've been following me?”
“Yeah,” the boy answered in earnest. “Since lunch.”
In her room, Madelyn housed posters depicting video game characters
from her childhood. Her favorite virtual hero, Link, had earned a
special spot directly beside her bedpost. The first thing she remembered
subsequent to the shattering of her heart was tumbling out of bed. From
the spot where she landed, she had a splendid view of Link, the handsome
champion in green. Her heart shivered inside her chest, and she felt and
overpowering sensation that she was missing something precious. She
longed to search for whatever she had lost. All passion had drained from
her. Her muscles refused to move.
Link’s heroic stance inspired her, eventually. Staring at the glossy
print gave her a spark of self-control that she was able to
strategically move throughout her body, until much of the apathy
hindering her has been neutralized. She stood up feebly and stumbled to
her mirror. To her shock, instead of giving Madelyn the usual image of
herself, today the mirror revealed another person behind the glass. A
boy with terrifying green eyes was hunched over the wood dresser before
him, staring at Madelyn through the glass expectantly with a cocky
“Who are you?” Madelyn whispered.
Without answering her question, the boy vanished. In his place, Madelyn
faced her own reflection. She let out a distressed squeak. Never before
had she noticed just how ugly she was. She despised the curls in her
hair, the shape of her eyes, the size of her face, and the tone of her
skin. There was nothing remotely beautiful in the shiny glass before
her. Looking this horrendous how could she even exit her room again? How
had she ever let herself leave before?
Rhythm pulsed through
Rian's hands onto the yellow keys. The piano was out of tune, but this
did not bother him. All he sought was slight functionality. Study breaks
always called for musical celebrations. He longed to unleash the sounds
of his soul; to express the woes of studying by sending affectionate
quarter notes soaring through the dingy dorm lobby.
A clicking sound approaching distasted his sonic meditation. He opened
his eyes in time to spot a co-worker of his striding past the piano.
“Madelyn! Hey!” he called.
The girl stopped abruptly and whirled around to face him. Realizing it
was Rian that had called to her, her intense glare gave way to a smile.
“Oh, hi! I liked your song.”
“No you didn't.” Rian chuckled and shook his head.
“Oh, well, I would have liked it if your instrument... er,
keyboard... er, piano had been in tune.” Madelyn defended.
Another laugh sprang from Rian's lips. Madelyn was looking particularly
adorable today. He wanted to keep her with him.
“You should play me something.” he offered.
“I don't play – I don't play piano.” Madelyn replied.
“For the kinda thing I'm doing, you don't need to know anything about
piano.” coached Rian. “I just feel the music. Anybody can do that.
Even the ghost in 207. In fact, you should play a song about haunted
Madelyn giggled. “Maybe some other time. I have to go. Tell Leah I
said hi.” Madelyn's heels commenced their conspicuous clicking as she
Rian, feeling sore from Madelyn's intentional acknowledgement of his
fiancé, lowered his head to the piano keys.
“You hear that?” he whispered. “Her shoes are singing to us
now. Let's make it a duet.” But the keys did not respond to Rian. The
rhythm inside him weakened. There was an intense darkness that lingered
in his crush's wake. The corner behind the stairwell from which Madelyn
had entered seemed especially bleak. Without his inspiration, he
transformed from a musician into a hopelessly lovesick boy with a busted
The boy's name was Matt, and he was astonishingly persistent. Though
Kaden had attempted to imply that he had no time to be a mentor, Matt
tagged along with him constantly. One plus of having a self-proclaimed
sidekick was the eagerness the boy showed towards helping Kaden in every
One day, after several hours of unsuccessful attempts to print table
tents in the computer lab, it was clear that Matt's ambition was
thinning. He slumped so far down that his chin rested on the desk next
to Kaden's keyboard.
“There is no reason for this to be so complicated.” muttered Kaden,
hands furiously flying across the keys.
“Let's take a break now. I need to smoke.” offered his disenchanted
“You can go. I'm just gonna take a few more -”
“That's what you said twenty minutes ago.” Matt stated.
Kaden scoffed. “It hasn't been twenty minutes. Stop being
“Yes, it has! I've been watching the fucking clock this entire
time!” growled Matt.
Annoyed, but unable to argue, Kaden promptly locked his computer and
rose from his seat.
“Okay. Fine. Let's go take a break.” he grumbled.
Matt leaped up from his seat and followed Kaden out of the lab. Once
the two found themselves seated on a bench beneath the warm sun, Matt
pulled out his cigarettes. His lighter sparkled in the consuming light.
“It's a pretty nice day.” noted Kaden as he watched students pass.
It was far too bright to look directly at the sky.
Matt didn't reply right away. He instead breathed out a long strand of
smoke that slowly transformed into a dragon. “Nature is much better
company than humans.” he finally stated, tilting his head and watching
the dragon sore elegantly into the sun.
Kaden turned to his companion, perplexed. “How's that?”
“Well, nature doesn't trick ya like people do.” Matt let out
another puff of smoke. This puff fell to the ground and transformed
itself into a lucent gray tree. “People fake everything, especially
compassion. No one really gives a shit about anyone else – they're too
Kaden was indignant. “People are better than you think. You're just
“Even you, you're just faking it. Like everyone else.” Matt
smirked. “You don't care about me at all. And if you had any balls,
you'd say it.”
Rage swelled inside of Kaden. What was Matt's problem? What right did
he have to assume he could comprehend the minds of other people? He
wanted to punch the punk. Instead, he responded,
“Well, then, brat, if you're so honest, prove it.”
“I never said I was honest, but I'll prove that I can be.” Matt
He stood up and strutted over to a stocky blond boy approaching the
Matt, noticeably shorter even than the boy before him, got as close to
his victim's face as he could. “Jack Martin, you are an asshole and a
manwhore.” he declared. Without waiting for a response, Matt turned to
march triumphantly towards Kaden.
Kaden was still cackling when Matt rejoined him.
“Well?” smirked Matt.
“It was something that needed to be said.” Kaden replied.
“Let’s go back in now.”
A foggy spider crawled from Matt's lips as he leaned back. “Naw, I
kinda wanna throw stray cats at that crazy street preacher downtown.”
“Yeah, we're not going to do that.” Kaden responded as he watched
Jack angrily converse with his posse. “Maybe the student workers in
the lab have figured out how to print our tents by now.”
Matt smirked at his mentor. “They hate you in there, man. You always
manage to gum up their printers with your absurdly complex paper needs.
Let's do something else.”
“W-what?” inquired Madelyn. “Was it that awful?”
Rian shook his head, “Oh no, I thought it would probably suck. But
those last notes sounded almost like a real song.”
Madelyn nodded. “The rain's song.”
As the election day grew nearer, Kaden found himself inclined to rush
everywhere even if he had no reason to. The day he was scheduled to give
his pre-election speech (which he was panicking over), he shot through
the doors of the computer lab, clenching a folder filled with his
presentation notes. The moment he existed the cumbersome wood doors, his
broad shoulder bumped into someone. This someone tumbled pathetically
her knees, losing her grip on the books in her hand.
“Oh, drat.” Her mumble was barely audible. As she leaned to gather
her belongings, her long curls obscured her expression.
Kaden's heart picked up pace. He was internally smothered with the
demanding desire to progress his day, but it would have been rude, not
to mention bad for his campaign, if he ditched a fallen girl. He hopped
to the floor and attempted to look into the girl's face as he declared,
“I'm so sorry, let me help you!”
The girl looked up at Kaden and smiled. Kaden froze, and his desire to
hurry melted away. Her fierce eyes seemed so familiar.
“Do I, uh, do I know-” Kaden was interrupted by his vibrating cell
phone and. “Stay where you are!” he requested as he flipped opened
his phone and scurried outside to answer his caller.
Jogging into the piercing sunlight, Kaden was slightly irked to hear
that it was Matt's voice on the other end.
“Dude. Come to the auditorium right now. We need to talk.” Matt
“Okay, well, can you hold on? I'm by the library right now.” Kaden
remarked. He did not want to go to the auditorium, because he was –
quite frankly – terrified of giving speeches. This speech had caused
him tremendous stress. As Kaden let these daunting ideas take control of
his mind, the rainwater around him accumulated into one mighty wave
behind him. He heard a girl yelp, and turned around to see someone
collapse on the covered bridge. Unsure of what to expect, he raced for
the bridge, but as he advanced, it seemed the shadows shoved him back
among the vigorous wave of rain water following behind him. The gigantic
wave wasted no time in swallowing up Kaden.
Madelyn had no reason to believe Kaden Christoper, of all people, would
seriously return with vital information. Besides, she had a paper to
print before her ten o'clock class. Inside the computer lab, she spotted
Rian and waved.
Rian torn off his headphones as Madelyn approached. “Listen to this
new song I wrote!” he commanded.
Madelyn smiled in spite of herself, “I don't know if I should. I have
to be in class in 10 minutes.”
“And it's a three minute song. Chillax.” reassured Rian. Without
asking, he placed his headphones on top of her ears and jumped to the
computer to restart his song.
Rian's song started out with a soft piano part, clearly not recorded on
the piano in their dormitory. The soothing rhythm swept through Madelyn.
She closed her eyes to drink in the calming sounds. The piano then gave
way to techno beats. Madelyn reopened her eyes and found that the
computer lab had been replaced by endless blackness. The only light
radiated from glowing music notes that floated from above to dance with
her. Rian was there with her and the music. They were free to dance and
leap and somersault to their heart's content. Madelyn nearly forgot her
soul was incomplete.
Madelyn twirled among the beat until she fell onto the invisible
ground, exhausted. She gazed at a quarter note floating overhead and
“I was a little too ambitious before, wasn't I?”she murmured to the
luminous note, feeling strangely relaxed. “I should have just been
content with how I was.”
To the girl's surprise, she heard the note respond. It whispered,
“How is it wrong to strive to be better? Why would you not wish to be
inspired by the positive actions of others?”
Madelyn giggled. “I thought I was asking the questions.”
But the quarter note had brought to light important traits Madelyn had
forgotten she once had possession of. She had been so loyal and honest
before her soul was damaged. Why had the Paragon sent away those traits?
The song ended, and Madelyn and Rian faded back to the computer lab.
Madelyn signed blissfully. The notes within a song, she realized, were
often far more important than the note on which a song ends. Couldn’t
life be lived this way as well? She stood by Rian’s computer in
contentment for a moment, unaware that a giant beast had entered the lab
and was now lurking behind her.
“Okay, well, can you hold on? I'm by the library right now.”
That was the statement that preceded the dreadful sound of gushing
water. Then there was silence. Phones did tend to short out when in
contact with massive amounts of water.
Terrified, Matt grabbed his jacket and dashed for the library. He
sprinted so fast that by the time he reached the covered bridge in front
of the library he was dripping with sweat. At the entrance of the
bridge, he stopped for a moment, slumping against a tree to catch his
breath. Grimacing and grasping his right knee, he looked up intending to
search for a sign of Kaden.
To his horror, on the bridge he spotted Madelyn. She lay unconscious,
surrounded by a murky haze. It was the same haze that had plagued his
dormitory's stairwell days before. He rushed to her side, yanking off
the headphones binding her ears. His anger at her partially subsided.
Against Fear, she stood no chance. While she had been able to retain the
reason and passion of her soul, her spirit (and with it courage) had
been sent away by The Paragon.
Glancing over the edge the bridge for any sign of help, Matt this time
spotted Kaden drifting among the river's brown waves. Leaving Madelyn,
he darted off the bridge, shaking the clamorous wet
wood with his feet. Down the muddy river bank he tore, slipping and
stumbling in his attempts to reach his mentor quicker. He screamed
Kaden's name over and over, in hopes that the zealous student would
He dove into the water and splashed through the waves until he reached
Kaden. Grabbing his
mentor's pale, clammy palms, Matt jerked him from the harshest section
of current. Once Matt had tugged Kaden to calmer waters, he heaved his
comrade onto his shoulders and struggled to lug him towards shore.
Arriving at the water's end, Matt tossed Kaden to the ground and sunk
his fingers into the mud, gasping for air. He continued to wheeze as he
leaned over Kaden, staring at his damp face. He pressed hands against
Kaden's chest and tried to perform an amateur version of CPR
compressions. After a minute had passed he resorted to an attempt at
breathing life back into Kaden. He wished he had more experience with
this human world! If Madelyn had not been a lifeguard in high school he
would have known nothing at all. Despite his inexperience, his efforts
proved worthwhile. After several minutes, Kaden began to cough as he
spit a stream of water.
Kaden gaped at his savior and uttered words Matt imaged only someone
who had just been rescued from a river would speak, “What's going on?!
What time is it?”
Matt gently placed his
hand on Kaden’s shoulder, wanting to calm him, “It’s like 10:30 or
something. Just relax.”
“10:30?! My speech is at -” Kaden’s yells caused him to choke. He
coughed seven times before he was able to finish his sentence. This time
he whispered his panicked words,
“My speech is at 11:00.”
“I just found you unconscious in the river!” Matt exclaimed. “You
shouldn’t be worrying about your dumb speech!”
Kaden laid his head back on the slimy riverbank, gawking vacantly at
Matt. Matt figured he must have been taking in the alarming news.
Finally, he spoke.
“I have to go. I can’t give up now.” He paused.
“This is why you’ll never be like me. I know I need to make
it to that speech. When things get just a little bit hard for you, you
just give up and go do something fun and relaxing.”
Matt squinted at his mentor. Seriously? “You do realize you almost
fucking died, right?” he hissed.
Kaden’s face shone with pride and triumph as he addressed his friend,
“And what better trait for Student Body President than one who would
address them directly after escaping the claws of death.”
“You mean they want a delirious psychopath?” Matt asked with a
spark of sarcasm. “Because if you went to your speech like this,
that’s basically what they’d think you were.”
“They’d think I was a hero.” whispered Kaden.
“We need to get you to a hospital.” Matt declared. He frantically
tried to recall the closet phone and remembered that Madelyn remained
captivated by Fear.
Slowly, a plan formed in his head. He could save both of them. The
computer lab contained a phone. He looked down at Kaden, who was
examining the mud on his formerly white t-shirt.
He strained a smile and bid his companion farewell, “See ya, Kaden.
Thanks for everything.”
Kaden looked confused, “You’re leaving? You need to help me get to
“I’m gonna call for help.” Matt soothed. “Don’t worry. Say
‘hi’ to Madelyn for me.”
He winked and strung up to advance towards the library.
tossed his final match to the ground, completing his fiery grave. He had
sent for ambulance to pick up Kaden and now prepared to save Madelyn.
Madelyn was him, after all. And he was her.
He could no longer avoid forgiving her, as they were both doomed
if they did not reunite. Matt supposed that humans were meant to have
complete souls, with traits undesirable and admirable and neutral all
coexisting as one.
for Madelyn’s and his own sake he must die. That way, he would be able
to return to her. He lay down on the cool tiles of his dorm room,
watching the flames spark and swirl. A sad chuckle spilled from his
lips. He’d miss Kaden.
He lost the election. All his hard work had amounted to nothing, and
his speech (which the school allowed him to perform a day late) turned
out to be quite disgraceful. A few jokes about his poor public speaking
abilities were bouncing around campus, but for the most part his fellow
students had been merciful, as he had
almost drowned beforehand.
Grabbing one of his homemade table tents from a pile in the center of
his room, he flicked open his lighter to illuminate the masterpiece with
flames. In honor of his glorious failure, he flung the burning paper out
the window and watched it drift to the damp ground below.
He felt as though he had lost more than the election, but he could not
comprehend what was missing from his life. Other than almost dying and
failing to achieve his biggest goal of the year, nothing else in his
life had changed remotely. He supposed that his sensation of loss could
just be a manifestation of his longing to know who rescued him from the
I was still dark when Madelyn was awakened. Not knowing what had roused
her, Madelyn glanced around her room for some sign of a culprit for her
disturbance. Ordinarily she would have been aggravated by the fact that
her precious sleep had been disturbed, but Madelyn felt fabulous. She
let out a joyous giggle as she realized what had happened to her during
her slumber. She was fresh, renewed, and… complete.
“Thank you.” She murmured internally, as she sprung from her bed in
The clunk of an object hitting her window startled the jovial Madelyn
into a high-pitched squeal. Silence followed, and she froze and gawked
at the window until another object pestered the glass.
Madelyn gradually lowered herself to the ground before crawling over to
the window. Cautiously, she slid her body against the wall. Upon
glimpsing warily outside, Madelyn discovered the rock thrower to be a
guitar-welding Rian. She threw open the window and yelled down to her
“Rian! Why did you wake me up?”
Rian lowered his head bashfully. “I didn’t mean to wake you,” he
assured her. “I just wanted to play you a song I wrote for you.”
Madelyn gaped downward, not knowing how to respond. Inside, her soul
numbed. No one had ever written her a song before. She had secretly
wished someone would, but she was mortified by the fact that it was Rian
that had done so. Rian, keeping his eyes on his guitar continued,
“Uhm, yeah, so I’ll just play it for you then.”
He strummed his guitar and sang his gift to Madelyn. She could barely
listen to the words because of the intense emotion throbbing into her
ears. She did manage to decipher rather quickly that the lyrics were a
confession of love.
From Madelyn’s soul swelled emotions she had held in for far too
long. She fumed with annoyance and even anger at the boy as he proceeded
with his wretched love song. For the first time in several weeks she
tasted confidence. With a smirk, she interrupted Rian’s song,
“Yeah, that sounds great. I bet Leah will love it.” She slammed her
window shut and giggled.
Wanting to leave the room in order to more aptly make a statement,
Madelyn abandoned Rian at the window and strutted into the hallway for a
drink of water. On her journey down the hallway, she bumped shoulders
with a student removing a flier from the wall.
When she turned to apologize, she found herself facing Kaden
Christopher. She smiled deviously for him before returning to her quest