Unknown Passions: Fan Fiction
A New Beginning Chapter 3
"Mom I think there is something wrong with Belle." Sami stated.
"What are you talking about Sami?" Marlena asked.
"I don't know, I saw her sitting on the couch crying yesterday. When I asked her what was wrong she said nobody would care." Sami actually showed some concern.
"Are you sure that doesn't sound like Belle." Marlena asked.
"Mom all I know is something is seriously wrong." Sami commented as Belle walked into the room.
Sami and Marlena looked at her with a concerned look.
"What?" Belle felt the tention.
"Belle what's wrong?" Marlena asked her daughter.
"What?" she looked confused.
"The way you were acting yesterday." Sami cut in.
"Oh." the teenagers voice went sour.
The feeling was still sinking in.
"What's wrong?" Marlena went over to confort her daughter.
"You haven't even noticed yet. I can't believe it." Belle was trying not to cry.
"Noticed what?" Marlena asked her daughter.
Belle just handed her a note.
Marlena took it out of her hands and carefully started to read.
It was Brady's handwriting.
Marlena dropped the letter and started to cry.
She now knew what was wrong.
She now knew why Belle woundn't tell Sami.
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Brady took off on his snowboard.
This always cleared his mind.
Took away his thoughts.
Exactly what he wanted.
For his mind to stay away from the brunette.
The beautiful brunette that was on the same snowboarding path next to his.
Brady stopped snowboarding, only long enough to trip and tumble down the mountian.
He hoped she wasn't looking.
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Theresa stepped outside to another bright, sunny, cold day.
It was the winter months like these she wished she was somewhere warm.
But she wasn't.
And she loved the snow.
Theresa placed her snowboard at the top of the hill, and started down the path.
It was her morning ritual.
The thing that all of her friends called her crazy for.
Apparently it was too early, too dark, and too dangerous.
But they weren't out here.
It was her.
Her body.
Her mind.
Her thoughts.
Her spirit.
She started to wonder if Mr. Black liked to snowboard.
If he even knew how.
Just then she heard a thump right next to her.
Nobody else was out this early.
Theresa stopped to see who it was.
As she approached the lane next to hers, she noticed a figure beginning to stand up.
What if he was a robber?
A bugler.
A stalker.
A criminal.
Before Theresa knew it she pushed him right back down again.
This time she saw his face.
It was him.
Brady Black.
