I ate my lunch
Sausage and water
I heard a stick break
I turned when I saw a young, good-looking boy.
I tried to hide me face with my hoodie
Acting like nothing happened.
"Oh, sorry for the interruption."
He apologized.
I said nothing
He came closer, leaning.
As he gets closer, I hid my face.
"Can I see your face?"
I thought twice about this
As I thought of showing
My face starts to look up.
I finally showed my face.
What he saw would be,
Red eyes,
Messy hair,
Bony face,
Grey eyebags,
And my scars.
I would always put my sleeves up while I eat.
"Let me help."
He grabbed my hands.
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Learning To Love Myself
Short StoryA girl named Sally was born with a terrible family. She was abused, scared, and hated. She didn't know why she deserved this. She's thirteen years old now. Her parents died when she was 10. So why is she still sad, when her parents are dead? A boy t...
