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--danielle 

I ran,
It's what I was known to do.
When there was a problem I ran.
Sometimes for miles.
I didn't care where I was going.
Sometimes I ran in the California forests,
or even right through downtown.
But now, now I had a problem.
He was back, and I wasn't going to let him..
to let him hurt me anymore.
If I wasn't running, I was lying,
lying about what he did to me
the brusies, the scrapes, the sprains
I was done with it now
As I ran I saw houses,
that were just the oppisite of my own.
people were laughing, hugging, enjoying,
well in mine there was pain, fights, and sleep.
I don't know where to go, or who to go to
he was all i had, not much
i was 15, and had lived through so much
death, despair, and little hope
i kept running, faster and faster
my emotion, my pain, i couldn't let them get to me
my legs acremed in pain, the gashed on my forehead
started down the side ofmy head
I couldn't tell where I was going
my view became I blur
all of a sudden I was taken out of that
as I rammed into a curly haired boy.

"Welcome back to reality, Danielle."I thought to myself. I looked around, and totaled the damage.  Let's see, nothing's broken, just more cuts and scrapes added to my collection.  And the guy, well, semmed a little shaken up after being rammed into while taking out his trash. He finally got up, a just stared at me.

"Oh my gosh, are you okay?" he spoke worriedly at me."

"Just a few scapes and bruises.  I'll be fine. Gotta run."  I got up slowly and started to run again. I didn't get far before I fell to the ground, whincing in pain.  It was my ankle, the one he....yeah just great.  The boy started running over to me.  I din't want his help, really.  I was strong, or at least everyone told me that. At school, whenevr I actually ahowed up without the bruises, they always tld me, "She's so independent and strong."  That's about the only compliment I ever got.  Good enough, I guess.

"That's it.  Let me just take you into my house.  My mom will get you cleaned up." he commanded me.

He put his arm around my shoulder, as I a limped with him.  We went under a streetlight and I saw his face.  He paused for a minute, almost excpecting like a regonition of some sort.  "I'm Nick, by the way, Nick Jonas."  "I'm Danielle," I smiled.  I examined him.  He was just about my height, a little taller, though.  His brown hair matched my eyes, and mine his.  I swear, he looks so familar, but from where.....I got it! He is thatfamous dude form the Jonas Bros, brothers..something like that.  I remember the girls at school going crazy over them.

"Ouch!" I said, as my elbow winced in pain.  I had a cut over a privious cut, and it was killing me.

"What happened to you?" Nick asked.

"Wouldn' you like know how many people ask me that daily.  They say, why Danielle do you have this bruise, or why Danielle do you have this scrape? Well I never really answer them.  But for you Nick, I will.." I spoke sarcastically.

"Sorry for asking." he said offendly.

"No, I'm sorry," I started, "really.  I'm just not in the best mod as you can see.  And trust me, what happend isn't the greatest first conversation starter." I smiled.

"Hah," he joked.  " I am just surprised you didn't notice me.  Then we would have tons to talk about."

"Ohh, wat aren't you from that boy band or something. Jones Brothers, Brothers ofboy.....wait Jonas Brothers.  I like have everyone of your cds, and I worship your picture on my wall." I said in my best impresssion of the girls at school.

"So funny.  At least I don't run people into garbage cans as my hobbie." he teased. 

We werenow about to gointo his house.  e were still joking around, but Iwas still hurt on the inside and out.  And the inside woudn't just take a bandage.

aww poor danielle,she needs a band aid and a lolipop, mayb shell feel a lil bit better. :)

PMS!

~Hannahxoxo

Danielle is my name!

New Reader by the way

When I read this, I was: "Danielle who!? Me!?"

Nick walked me in through the front door.  Their house, was beyond beautiful.  I felt a feeling I hadn't felt for what seemed like the longest time: love.

"Here, just wait right there.  Let me get my mom to see what we can do for you." Nick spoke sweetly.

I looked around.  On the walls were pictures of them.  there platium albums femily pictures, famous pictures.  And here Iwas, sticking out like a sore thumb.

Then, another man walked in the room.  He looked a bit older than me.  He sat down next to me. He seemed pretty awesome.

"Hey, I'm Joe Jonas.  And let me just say thanks for knocking the little bro down, he deserves it."

"Ohh, yeah.  When I was running down the street, I saw him and was like, you know, it lokks like hedesevres to be knocked down." I smiled, but soon winced in pain.  My ankle was acting up again.

"What did you like beat yurself up?" he asked.

"Yeah I sure wish." I said.

What looked to be his mother father, other brother, entered the room.  they smiled at me, and then Mrs. Jonas started to check me out.

sorry for the short chapter. my sister wants to go on :[ itll d. ill write more tomorrow. lots of commnets please. love you all!

--Danielle