They all said 'come on Ana this will be fun.' By 'this' they meant a school trip to London, I agreed to go but as I expected my best friends bailed on me. So yeah I'm left alone and I have no idea where I am. I decided to not just stand here waiting until someone might come and get me, so I walked over to a bench and sat on it. Just when I thought it couldn't get worse it started to rain, and that was the moment I started crying. I just broke down and I didn't know where to go or what to do. After half an hour of crying or so, a boy walked over to me.
"So why are you sitting here all alone in the rain?" the boy asked me.
"I'm on a school trip to London but my friends bailed on me and now I'm pretty much alone and I've got absolutely nowhere to go, what about you?" I know what you're thinking 'telling your problems to a complete stranger, what's wrong with you?' but hey it's not like I've got anything else to do.
"I was on my way home, but then I saw a beautiful girl sitting in the pouring rain. And because most people don't enjoy to be sitting in the rain on a daily basis, I figured something must be wrong." The boy said.
"Oh, well don't mind me. You should just go home then." was all I could think of to say, he probably doesn't even want to talk to me any longer.
"Well if I'm going home then you're coming with me, 'cause I'm not gonna let you sit here all by yourself. So, you coming or what?"
"Since you are probably not gonna leave me here, I do not really have a choice." oh shit I'm going home with a total stranger, what the fuck is wrong with me?
"Good girl, my name is Dan by the way."
"Nice to meet you, Dan. My name is Ana."
While we were walking towards his house, our hands kept brushing against each other and I couldn't help but blush. When we finally arrived at his house he offered me some clothes and we asked each other questions to get to know each other better. Not realising that the scars on my wrist were visible I rolled my sleeves up, because I wasn't as cold anymore. When I saw him looking at my wrist I pulled my sleeves down but he grabbed my wrist and rolled them up again. I felt the tears pricking through my eyes and I couldn't force myself to bring out any words.
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Please let me know what you think and I might write another chapter. I'm sorry if there are any mistakes in the language, English is not my native tongue.
