Her:
A girl walls down a long hallway, with her head, hung low, her wavy blonde hair hangs in her face. If one paid attention you would find the most piercing blue eyes as if they could stare straight into one's soul. The fourteen-year-old girl counts down her steps to the exit of the school. If one could peer into her mind, you would hear thoughts of the observations of this small private school in West Hollywood.
More and More students fill the hallway, each one dreading the day in their own way. No student in this high school truly loved returning to school, because it means another day striving to be perfect. Perfect, like the parents of the students top of the line people.Movie stars, models, actors, businessmen, if you are anyone's child you want to attend West Hollywood Private High School.
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Him:
Voices flood his ears as he stands leaning against lockers. The voices he hears are unwanted as they make crude comments against students simply walking the hallways. His thoughts drift away from the present, and that voice he longs to hear fills his ears. As it does every night as he dreams of his muse, the voice he's only heard never seen.
"What a sorry excuse for a girl." A brunette girl says making the boy's attention snap to the hallway full of students.
One girl walks alone, hair covers her face, but she still walks even though many make comments on her. His gaze follows her all the way to the door.
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RomanceThere's a girl at the elite private school of West Hollywood High School. She keeps her head down because she doesn't want to be seen. One person sees her very clearly and wishes for everyone to not only see her but hear her, in all of her glory.
