We were in the cafeteria, me and Oliver face to face. He was on the one side of the table while i was on the other. Most of his friends were pretty much like him, calm and mysterious. I stayed quite pretty much the whole time. I just stared at the way Oliver looked. How his hair would fall perfectly and his lips were the perfect plump, he was so beautiful and just ---
"Starla?" Oh damn. Oliver caught me staring at him
"Sorry.." I say while i mentally slap myself.
"Its fine, I was just asking you what your story is?" My story? Umm I did not know what he meant but something behind the word story made me want to cry because the boy who knew everything about me didnt even know me anymore. I also grew very angry because I feel like im just easily forgotten. Which you are my subconsious throws in. "Starla? Are you alright?"
"I have to go" I say in between light sobs. Then i get up and ran out of the cafeteria.
My mind must of been playing tricks on me because I hear my name being called and when I turn around there Oliver is standing.
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Starla
Teen FictionStarla lost everything and she has been in and out of foster systems. She remembers a teen boy who she shared everything with and a romantic year but he doesnt remember her. Will he ever remember? Why doesnt he know who she is?
