***Cyn's POV***
Quin and I talk all the way back to class. I sit in my seat and smile at Quin from across the room. He's actually very nice. He has given me his number so I take out my phone and text him. I know we're in class but who gives a shit right?
Me: Guess who!
Quin: I wonder... :p Cyn?
Me: Bingo!
Quin: Don't look now, but look left <---
I look left and James is looking over my shoulder at my phone. I turn it off and slip it in my pocket shooting an apologetic look at Quin. He smiles and I smile back. I then quickly fill out the worksheet and then take out my phone again.
Me: The answers are a.), c.), b.), e.), a.), and f.)
Quin: Thanks, History's my worst!
Me: Np, anytime
Quin: <---
I whip my head around and slap James's face, lightly of course.
"Mind your own business!" I say.
He smirks. I scowl. I look over at Quin who is laughing. My scowl turns into a smile. That guy is cool. My phone buzzes. A text from Linda.
Linda: Omfg he raped uuuuu?????? I knew he was trouble!!!!
Me: How do u know?
Linda: Quin, he is my brother...
Woah!!! Confession!!! Oooooo!!!
***Ella
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My Story--Time to Tell It
TeenfikceCynthia Rose Schnieder appears to be like any other 12 year old girl starting grade 8. She has good grades, she's pretty, she's friendly, but she comes with a problem. Suffering from depression Cynthia finds herself a victim of bullying. Alone an...
