In a big white pale mansion lived a young beautiful girl her name was hazel indigo hazel had dark brown her that pouloted her scalp and her eyes reminded people of the nice melted chocolate you get on the day called Easter .next door to this girl was a farm and in that farm lived a Hanson young man called Brody. Brody was not so romantic infant I don't think he had ever heard of the word romantic.anyway broody had a black comb over that was woolly and his eyes reminded me of Summer Spring .his smile was just like the snow filling up .
Next morning hazel has interview and suddenly he's standing there .and I couldn't stop my self from staring .suddenly I fell and my paper whent everywhere and he runs and gives me a hand .we both look down and are hands are touching we look in each others eyes and I think I fell in deep deep love .Hi said hazel hey he said his voice was in fact so romantic . Nice to meet you my name is oh your names Brody yeh my name is hazel oh have met before I asked he said I don't think so well let me get that mud of you're face he said he leans forward and kisses me on my cheek his lips a like silk rubbing agains my face .
Suddenly a Mercedes flies up the street magi get a loud racket broody pushes me aside and says move out the way I moved the car makes it way forward to broody and in a hurry broody was lying on the floor in pain I rang the ambulance .