Ok I know it's technically Sam's turn to talk, but this needs to be said. (Sorry Sam!)
CONNOR KISSED ME.
I couldn't sleep, so I was tossing and turning in my bed. I kept petting Bubbles, and eventually, my breathing slowed. Just as I closed my eyes, I heard faint footsteps. I heard them come into my room, and I panicked. I felt someone's touch brush my hair out of my face. It was a very gentle touch, like the one that sends goosebumps down your arms. I fought the urge to open my eyes, and then I heard a soft whisper say,
"I love you,"
It took me a second to recognize the voice, but then I realized-it was Connor's. Just as I was about to internally freak out, he kissed my forehead ever so lightly. Then he ran out of the room. As soon as I knew he was gone, I jumped out of my bed and started to happy dance. How am I supposed to tell him?
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Chemistry
Kurzgeschichten10 international teenagers with mutant DNA, living in one house, and working for the FBI. What could go wrong? This story was written when I was 13 in response to a creative writing period in English. I will be leaving most aspects untouched to allo...
