Welcome to America Ch 2 Part 1

PICTURE OF CAROLYN GRACE LEONARD, CHLOE'S 20 YEAR OLD FRIEND.

Hello, lovely readers! I'm sorry if my last note offended or upset you, especially Rosabella Marie, but this note goes for you too. I'm usually not like that. It's just that I was raised taught not to let people talk to you like that. I was raised not to let people just call you dumb. And I'm sorry if some of you don't like that but it's just me. I won't tolerate someone saying that to me. Also I'm sorry if you think I overreacted; I hope I didn't lose any readers or commenters from my actions. Thanks to all my readers that did comment:

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AUTHORS NOTE!!! Readers - I'm sorry for the delay but my life sucks right now and I'm busy because of pt and I'm not always in the mood for writing. Love you all and I hope I didn't lose any readers because of that note or because of the time you had to wait. I can't promise the next part will be out in a couple of days, but it will most likely be out within a week or so. Thanks and enjoy. Oh I need 13 comments to continue. And hey if I get 20 that will motivate me greatly. I will spend my entire day writing and thinking and get the next part posted within 2 days. Hey! But that's only if I get 20 or more. So comment and do the poll!!!

Welcome To America Ch 2 Part 1

It was the guy from earlier. The guy I saw from across the street this morning. His beautiful eyes stared into mine as I tried to pinpoint where I knew him from? He looked SO familiar.
"I'm sorry, I wasn't paying attention to where I was going," he said. His voice was even more mesmerizing than his muscle body. His voice was also familiar like his face. He had an English accent just like mine. Did that mean something? I kept asking myself the same question in my head: Where do I recognize him from?

"Uh, n-no, it was me - my fault. I, um, was looking for my friend, uh, Carolyn. She ran off. Red hair, blue eyes, running away probably. Seen her?" God, it was so hard to talk to this boy without getting lost in his eyes or his face or his body. Oh that beautiful body. He made me lose my train of thought constantly.

"No, I haven't seen a running blue-eyed red head." He chuckled. "Hey, I'm James," he said offering his hand. Where did I know that name?

I took it and shook it while saying, "Chloe." I knew him and I had to figure out how. "Hey, listen, Carolyn probably isn't looking for me. As a matter of fact, she probably already went home. Do you want to get some coffee? I'll buy," I persuaded.

"Sure, why not?" he said, smiling.

I returned the smile as we started walking. We walked in a comfortable silence for about seven minutes until we came to the shop. I stopped and he did the same. "Here we are," I said stating the obvious. "Let's go," I gestured. He walked into the coffee shop and as he brushed passed me, I could smell him. He smelled sweet yet manly all at the same time. I quickly followed after him. James walked to the same table me and Carolyn had been at just ten minutes ago. We both sat down and stared into each others' eyes. James ordered a decaf like me and I got a blueberry muffin to go with the decaf I already had. "So, James, how old are you?"

"Nineteen going on twenty. May I ask your age?"

"Ha. Yes. Eighteen going on nineteen. Where are you originally from?" I asked, trying to make small talk.

"England." Oh duh! His accent. "How about you? Where are you from?"

I gasped. Suddenly, out of nowhere, I remembered. It all came back to me in a flash. Twelve years ago in a park. "The local playground," I whispered.

"Excuse me? What did you say?" James said.

"The local playground," I repeated. Thinking about this hurt my head. It took too much power to remember. I saw me. I saw me and a boy. I'm gonna get you, Chloe! the boy shouted playfully as he chased me around the playground. No, no! You won't ever catch me, I said back with a huge grin on my face. Who was this boy I was playing tag with? Then I saw his face. It was James. My best friend, James. That little six year old boy was the same nineteen year old boy that was sitting in front of me this very moment. How could I have not known? It was so obvious; they were exact look-a likes except for the fact that he was more handsome and muscular now. "Oh god," I whispered.

"What is it Chloe?" James asked, worry clear in his voice. His deep voice brought me back to reality. I realized I was holding my head. That hurt so much. I hated my visions. They only show me the past. I've never thought much about them because I've had them ever since I moved in with my aunt. But they've never hurt as much as this one. Sure, they were painful but only like a 'headache' painful. This, this was like a migraine but fifty times stronger.

"James. James, James, James." I closed my weary eyes as I continued mumbling his name.

"Chloe? What's wrong? Are you okay?" James' frantic voice asked.

"Hmm..." Ahh! I hit my head on something extremely hard. Metal or cement, it felt like. Then everything went black.

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Readers - I'm sorry for the delay but my life sucks right now and I'm busy because of pt and I'm not always in the mood for writing. Love you all and I hope I didn't lose any readers because of that note or because of the time you had to wait. I can't promise the next part will be out in a couple of days, but it will most likely be out within a week or so. Thanks and enjoy. Oh I need 13 comments to continue. And hey if I get 20 that will motivate me greatly. I will spend my entire day writing and thinking and get the next part posted within 2 days. Hey! But that's only if I get 20 or more. So comment and do the poll!!!