I groaned.
I wiped my crusty eyes and checked my phone. It was 7:37AM, indicating that i was late for school. I rushed out of bed, blindly reaching out for things.
"Wallet, keys, books? What subjects do i have today? sigh, never mind i'll just take notes."
Red and white with a yellow crest, a total eyesore. Though, I didn't really mind uniforms because it meant i didn't have to think about what i'd be wearing.
I raced out the door and hurried to the bus stop to catch the next Bus 32. As if the day wasn't bad enough, I ran into somebody I wish I didn't.
"uh hey Zeke, you late for school too?" Honestly, small talk was not my forte.
He chuckled, " Yeah, I was up last night gaming till like 3AM. "
"Cool,cool.."
"..."
"How are you?"
"How are you?"
"oh you go first" I laughed.
As he was talking, my head began feeling empty. My heart ached all over. Putting feelings down into words is hard. Maybe if i explained the situation you'd get it.
" Oh, the bus is here," He said midway through his story. ( i wasn't listening )
Zeke sat up front, while i sat 2 rows back from him. A swarm of nostalgia flowed through me as i stared at the back of his stupid head.
" Not now.. C'mon Kiara, push it aside" I let my head fall into my hands.
Sigh, I guess here's my story.
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Teen FictionJust because people share the same experience, doesn't mean they both feel the same things from it. Kiara is a 16 year old girl in high school . It seemed all was going fine the first 3 years, when her senior year started going down hill. She lost t...
