Once in a Lifetime

Prologue​

Hi, my name is Jessica Enmark, but you can just call me Jess. I'm here to tell how I fell in love with someone that would forever change my life...a boy like him only comes once in a lifetime. Let me tell you my story: I was on a normal vacation in Florida on my own for two weeks, and I was five days away from taking a plane back home to New York City, where I lived in a small, crowded apartment with my mother, Jane, my father, George, and my Beagle, Chrissie.​

Chapter One​

I was lying on a towel at a beach silently, just as the sun was setting. The beach had long, beautifully green palm trees, a pier that reached a mile or two into the ocean, and sand, sand, and MORE sand. I felt awfully bored, so I broke the silence, speaking to myself for ideas of what to do next.

"This beach is very beautiful and scenic, but unfortunately, I can't stay here forever...." I mused. "What should I do now?" I thought as I realized the sun was completely out of sight, leaving me in darkness. "Maybe I should just go back to the hotel." I figured.

I packed up my towel and brushed the sand off of my sandals. I began to walk on the long, winding sidewalk that lead to my hotel, the Santa Aria. I was thinking very thoughtfully about what I would do once I got back to the hotel.

"...And maybe I can just watch TV until I get too tired...I dunno.." I mumbled.

Suddenly, a voice was heard from behind me that made me jump.

"Hey, chicky-babe. Lemme help you out with your decision. How 'bout you take me back to your hotel, give me all your money, and then...take a little ride with me? The voice snickered.

I was petrified. I was well-trained in martial arts, but I could only take on meek victims, and I had no notion of the thieve's size. I raised my hands up into the air, dropping my towel. I turned around to see the man. Although I couldn't see much in the darkness since it was about 9:00 at night, I immediately saw a revolver with a silencer on it aimed right at me. I whimpered.

"Yeah, you'd better be afraid. This obviously has a silencer, so no one would be able to hear it shoot you down if you didn't comply. NOW MOVE!" The man said menacingly, pushing the gun's barrel into my chest.

I turned around slowly, hands still raised, and walked at bit of a faster pace, like a bit faster than walking, checking behind my back frequently to see if he still was there. He would just nudge the barrel into my back when I turned, pushing me forward. The road to the hotel was long, and I'd felt like I'd been walking for hours. I soon became annoyed of this holdup and turned around.

"All right, I'm done walking. Just leave me be," I said.

"Hey, watch it, little girl. This thing's dangerous enough to kill ya' in one blow. MOVE!" The man yelled.

He pushed the gun into my chest again, but I pushed it away.

"What'd I tell you about messing around? You asked for it, little lady!" The man said angrily.

He pointed the revolver directly at my heart. My heart was racing, my forehead was sweating madly; I had no idea how to get myself out of the situation. I lowered my head shamefully, awaiting my death. Suddenly, I heard another voice.

"Leave that girl alone!" The voice yelled.

The voice sounded like it was coming from a kid around my age, 17. I looked up on a small motel rooftop to see a tall, slender boy whose features were hidden by twilight. My hero! I thought. My attacker turned around.

"Oh yeah, kid? Whaddya YOU gonna do if I don't ?" The man laughed.

"You'll see." The boy chuckled.

The boy leaped down towards us and punched his fist into the ground. The thief and I both were sent flying. I screamed for my life. The boy flew up into the air to my surprise, and grabbed me, lowering me back down to the ground. He set me down and asked,

"Are you okay? You look hurt." His words were serene and calming.

I coughed.

"I think so. Who ARE you anyway?" I asked the boy.

I looked up to see his face, since we were closer and more capable of seeing each other's faces. I saw the same tall boy, except with short, brown hair, big, bushy blackish-brownish eyebrows, warm, chocolate eyes, and a smile that showed justice from ear-to-ear. The boy looked into my crystal blue eyes as well. We stared silently at each other, as if we were in a trance.

"You're very beautiful..." He mumbled.

"You aren't bad-looking, yourself." I laughed.

There were a few more minutes of silence as we stared into each other's eyes. He helped me up and broke the silence, saying,

"Oh, and sorry for not answering your question," He spoke in a soft, angelic voice. "My name's Jeremy Walker. You can call me Jer. Nice to meet you." He answered. "And who might you be?" He asked.

"I'm Jessica Enmark. Call ME Jess. Nice to meet you too." I chirped.

"Delighted to meet you, Jess." He laughed silently.

He grabbed my hand and pulled me closer to his chest as we began to stare up at the stars. My head slowly fell onto his shoulder as I slowly drifted to sleep in his arms. We truly were in love....​