Number 2:

When her mum had told her about it just befor she passed away, Danielle was not shocked. She had known that something was wrong with her since young, just a natural instinct. But when she actually found out, she was quite...relieved. To tell anyone about this, even her dad, would be unwise. That's what she always told herself. But inside, she knew that if she did tell her secret to anyone, including her family and her best friend, she would be labelled a freak.

It was starting to get dark and the the wind was getting stronger. Some pebbles rolled along the road and a branch cracked, someone was coming. Her body grew rigid and tense, her senses were wide awake and alert. She wasn't afraid, she never was when it comes to these things. "He-" said this person getting cut off by her juming up and standing in her fighting stance.

The moon's light shone on his face, giving her a clear view of him. His angular and well-featured face caught her off balance. She recognised him. He was the guy on the beach whom she saw yesterday. She could have seen him ten years from now and still would have remembered him. His face was unlike any she had seen before. The cold and stern look in his eyes had given her the impression yesterday that he was one of those people she would get along with. But in the night he looked, he looked quite different. Almost tender and sensitive. His sharp nose and high cheekbones gave him the elegant and almost pompous look. These were all very well and complimented his face while giving it a hard look. Yet when her eyes came across his mouth, it had a warm and tender look, as if it had a welcome sign hanging on it. This changed his whole face, making it more sensitive and tactful. She didn't dare to look at his body, fearing it might say to her that she is nowhere near getting it.
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