DRAKE'S STORY
Okay, I've talked with a few friends, and they all think it would be great to write a story about Drake. Well, this story shall take place in the future when he's older, say 25 maybe, and he's moved to Canada for some odd reason or other...so here it goes...
    Drake Bell  woke up to loud squawking seeping in through his open window. For a moment, he didn't know where he was.  But after a few minutes of staring blankly at the sun shining in the window, he remembered where he was.
    Just yesterday he had been driving cross-country to Canada and now he was here, in his own cottage by the river. Today was filled with long hours of unpacking a plethora of boxes.
    Drake got up off the mattress lying on the floor and slowly made his way to the bathroom.
   After brushing his teeth, Drake began to place his furniture properly around his house. By the time he had the bed set up, it was noon. Walking outside, he picked up his mountain bike from where the movers had thrown it. Glancing at the road he noticed a bike path trailing beside the two lane highway.
    On impulse, Drake decided to bike to downtown Cornwall, instead of driving. He needed the fresh air anyway. Drake got on the bike, and began peddling west along the bike path, hoping he was going in the right direction.
   Drake biked up to the Sub Bay Diner, and locked his bike to a lamp post. Exhausted from his forty minute bike ride, he entered the building and stood in line for lunch. When he had ordered his sub and sat down, he had finally caught his breath. Making a mental note not to bike to town again, Drake wolfed down the food.
    Going back outside, Drake looked around. Now that he was in town, he might as well do something. Unlocking his bike from the lamp post, he got on and biked slowly down to the college. He continued biking along the path, until he came to a beautiful park.
    Getting off his bike, he walked with it along the water's edge, and locked it to the edge of a bench. Walking over to the steep bank, Drake jumped down onto some large rocks, and crouched down near the water.
   Sighing, Drake smiled to himself. This was why he had moved here. To get away from California, and enjoy the peace and quiet of a beautiful Canadian day.
    "Hey! What are you doing down there? Get back up here on the bank. You're probably disturbing the fish." a female voice commanded from behind Drake.
   Drake whirled around on the rock, and almost lost his balance. The young woman standing on the bank above him offered her hand to help him up.
    Taking her hand, he scaled up the slope, and caught a view of the bridge, which he had crossed the day before. "What a view. Nature all around, and then that huge eyesore."
    The attractive woman laughed softly, "Trying to avoid this situation are we. What were you doing down there?"
    Drake shrugged and looked down into the water, "I wanted to get a better view." he said simply, trying to come up with a good excuse. Drake extended his right hand, "My name is Drake Bell. And you?"
    "I'm Lily Kellerman. I take it you're not from around here." Lily smiled warmly, forgetting the incident that just occurred.
    Drake smiled, "Yeah, I'm originally from California."
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