| Shall We? By: Saray Martinez �Michaela, has anyone asked you to the dance yet?� �For the millionth time mother, no� Michaela and her mother had been having a lot of arguments lately. A friend of the family was having a winter ball, and had invited everyone on Beacon Hill, and all of Michaela�s sisters already had dates. Michaela was the only one that hadn�t been asked to the ball yet, and her mother, Elizabeth just couldn�t figure it out. Michaela was perhaps the most beautiful sixteen-year-old around. She was slender, and had porcelain like skin, had long, shiny hair the color of gold. Her eyes were bright, and quite extraordinary. One was green and the other was brown. However, unlike all the girls her age she was always too busy studying and never had any real interest in boys. �Maybe if you got your nose out of those books long enough, you�d have a date.� �Mother, not everything revolves around boys.� �Michaela, you are sixteen now. You should be out courting men, trying to find a suitable suitor.� �Mother, in case you haven�t noticed. That is the last thing on my mind right now.� �I give up.� Elizabeth said as she left the room. Michaela was alone in her room with the conversation still lingering in the air. Part of her was jealous that all of her sisters had dates to the ball, but the other part knew that her studies were more important at the moment. After that little disagreement with her mother, she decided to go for a walk. Her mother�s words replayed in her mind. Why hadn�t anyone asked her to the ball? She came to a stop outside the library and she saw that they were unpacking new books. She decided to go inside and see what new books they had gotten. She was coming out of the library with her nose already stuck in the book. She loved to read anything and everything she could possibly get her hands on. This time she chose a book that contained a collection of fairy tales such as Cinderella, Snow White and The Princess and the Pea. The first fairy tale she began to read was Snow White. Her attention was fully focused on the book so when she was leaving the library she didn�t notice there was a box in front of her and she fumbled forward. However, before she reached the ground she found she was being held by strong arms. �Are you alright miss?� �Yes, thank you.� She looked at the young man that had saved her from falling and the first thing she noticed were his crystal blue eyes. �Mike!� Michaela turned around as the young man helped her get stable again and saw her father coming towards her. �Michaela, are you alright?!� he said finally reaching her. �Yes father. I�m quite alright thanks to �� �Sully.� The young man said. �Pleasure to meet you, I�m Josef Quinn, and this is my daughter Michaela. Thank you so much for catching her. How may I ever thank you enough?� �No need.� �Well, at least let me invite you to our house for dinner. It�s the least I can do.� �I wouldn�t want to impose in your family.� �Nonsense, he wouldn�t be imposing would he Mike?� After a few moments of silence Michaela took a breath and shook her head. �No of course not. Please won�t you join us for supper?� Sully looked at Michaela and then at her father. �Alright.� �Glad to hear that. We�ll see you at 7.� Josef said as he wrote down his address on a piece of paper and handed it to Sully. Josef took Michaela�s hand and they headed toward Beacon Hill. �Such a nice young man, don�t you agree?� He looked at Michaela and she seemed to be in another frame of mind. �Mike?� �Oh, I�m sorry. Did you say something father?� Josef chuckled and shook his head. �I said Sully was a nice young man.� �Yes, yes he is.� The rest of the way home Michaela could only think about one thing. Those beautiful clear blue eyes. Meanwhile, Sully was still in front of the library looking at the piece of paper in his hand. He read it over, and shook his head. He wadded the paper up into a ball, and was going to throw it away. He took a deep breath closed his eyes and for a brief second and he saw her. Michaela, her beautiful face implanted in his mind. He grabbed the paper ball, and smoothed it out again. There was something about those eyes, almost like something magical. He had to see her again. Next |