I love how her nose crinkles when she reads and she is trying to concentrate. I love how she crosses her arms and stands on her toes when she gives it out to me. I love how she has to drink tea in a cup that you cannot see through because she is ashamed that she hates coffee. I love how a blush covers her freckles when she is embarrassed. I love her wacko theories and I go a little crazy if I go a day without hearing one. I love how when she eats gummy bears she bites the head off because she thinks she is giving them a quicker death. I love how she dances and slides around the kitchen when she thinks I am not watching. I love how she owns three slipknot t-shirt's even though she does not listen to them. I love how she tries to deny that she has a big heart and that she does not cry at books and movies. I love when she smiles so widely that she looks down at the floor to hide it. I love everything about her.

The word limit of this essay was meant to be five hundred words but it is impossible to describe her in that short amount. It is hard to describe her in words at all. She is a synonym of surreal in the best fucking way. She is an extraordinary dream that I have no intention of waking up from.

He was my fairytale green too, I thought to myself, He was my happiness and my future.

Only Valentine Stone would curse in an essay.

I really hoped this essay was just for me. I wanted to keep it for myself forever. I wanted him forever.

Also, I hoped he did not submit the essay because it would make Mr Dankworth die with happiness.

The door of the bedroom opened. It interrupted my third reread of the paper.

I looked up and seen Lana grinning as she leaned against the doorframe. There was nothing else but triumph in her eyes as she gazes at the note in my hand.

"I knew you were not going to last long before eventually giving up and reading it." She mentioned while sitting down next to me on her bed.

"I really love him. It is not going to stop. I do not want it to." I said aloud but quietly.

"It is about time you realised that." She giggled before questioning "What was it that changed your mind?"

Setting the note down beside me, I turned to face her "My book is getting published."

"What?" She erupted excitedly "That is amazing, Ella!"

"The phone call just gave me a boost." I told her "I needed to know that I could do something and a reassurance that I could be somebody."

Lana smiled as she spoke, "I am so happy for you."