Before you read, I will put no names, and will put people in as friend #1, 2, 3, etc. I will also hide the genders as well, using they/them (except for some people). Since there will be no characters that have names, you are also free to use this book as a story, a story idea, or a story line, just give me some credit.
Like it said in one of the tags, this is base on a true story. And that what hurts most.
At first we were just strangers, just like how most people meet. Sometimes we pass by each other. We glance at each other once in a while, but never greeting each other. You and I were in different classes, different grades. You were a sophomore, me a freshman.
We'd also see each other after school. I had a 7th period elective garden class which lasted an hour, and you were in a dance club that lasted until 5:50-ish pm. Your club sometimes took place in the cafeteria or one of the smaller gyms. You and I wouldn't go home until a little after 6.
You and I both had a same friend who was in the same club as you. I would always greet friend 1 during your guys break. Sometimes you would stare at me while I smile and hug my friend and talk for a short while, having a small laugh, and go back to a table where my other friends would be and play card and board games, laughing making fun of each other and joke around a lot once in a while, we play jenga too. Sometimes, I would draw and doodle around since I was bored and had finished my work.
Sometimes my other friend, friend 2 and I would be at the library together and just chill, going in youtube, playing games, or doing some other work.
Then one day, while I was scrolling on Instagram, I had gotten a friend request. I checked the profile. And since the account wasn't on private it turned out to be you.
YOU ARE READING
Banal [Completed]
General FictionBanal- Repeated too often; overfamiliar through overuse A short story of two people and how the person of the perspective you go through, almost strings themselves into something they don't want.