When a boy moves from Texas moves to New York to get a fresh start he meets someone who changes his life in the best way possible.
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A young Texan boy embarks on a life-changing journey when he relocates to the bustling city of New York. There, he...
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The halls of my new school echoed with anticipation as I stepped through the imposing double doors. A couple of days had passed since my arrival, and so far, things had been pretty good. But it was a chance encounter that would leave an indelible mark on my experience.
Her name was Kyrah. The moment our eyes met, I knew she was different. Not just because of her striking beauty—though, damn, she was fine as fuck—but because of the twin baby girls nestled in her arms. Most people might have raised an eyebrow or whispered behind their hands, but I didn't mind. Life had taught me that appearances could be deceiving, and Kyrah's story was far more complex than a passing glance could reveal.
Kyrah confided in me about the trials she'd faced last year. Riley and Maya—the self-appointed queens of the school—had targeted her mercilessly. Their cruelty knew no bounds, and the fact that Kyrah was pregnant at the time made their actions all the more despicable. Who physically bullies a pregnant girl? It was beyond comprehension.
One day, as we stood by her locker, the air thick with tension, Riley and Maya approached. Kyrah's grip on the twins tightened, and I could see the fire in her eyes. She tried to usher me away, to shield me from their venom, but I stood my ground. I'd overheard their vitriol the day before—their whispered threats and mocking laughter. I wasn't about to abandon Kyrah now.
"No," I said firmly when she insisted I take the girls and retreat to the safety of the classroom. "I know what they did. I'm not leaving."
Kyrah's surprise flickered across her face, but then she nodded. There was a steely resolve in her gaze as she turned to face Riley and Maya.
The fluorescent lights of the school hallway flickered overhead, casting an unflattering glow on the scene unfolding before me. Riley's voice, high-pitched and grating, sliced through the air like nails on a chalkboard.
"Hi, Lucas," she chirped, her eyes narrowing as if assessing my worth.
I mustered a monotone response. "Hi, Riley." Truth be told, I'd rather avoid associating with them altogether. Their voices—incessant and shrill—had a way of burrowing into my brain, setting off a dull ache behind my temples. Annoying didn't even begin to cover it.
But then Maya stepped into the spotlight, her intentions less transparent. She leaned in, attempting a seductive gaze that, unfortunately, landed somewhere between constipated and mildly alarmed. "We need to talk to Kyrah... alone," she purred, her lips curving into what she probably thought was a sultry smile.
I raised an eyebrow. "Nah, I think I'm good right here, thanks." Maya's expression shifted from faux seduction to genuine irritation. She wasn't used to being denied, and her poorly concealed anger only fueled my resolve.
Meanwhile, Riley—ever the wildcard—observed the unfolding drama. Her gaze darted between Kyrah and me, an unexplainable mix of curiosity and calculation. What did she hope to gain from this clandestine conversation?
