First Day of Skewl~
Evening isn't going to the same school as me this year, her parents have an interest in their children's education so she's going to this posh, well better school with an in door and outdoor pool, heaps of educational facilities and 4000 students! I'm stuck in a junk yard, public school with the ugliest uniforms. Oh well, I rock it like a boss. Just kidding I look like a potato.
While everyone was happily socialising with each other I stood in the corner with an armful of books clutched tightly to my chest, the bell rang and I headed into class looking for a spare desk next to no one too freaky, weird or popular looking. I found myself seated next to this guy, he looked pretty decent, not that bad looking, maybe I could start my socialising there?
I unintentionally drop my books onto the desk, my arms exhuasted from holding such a heavy load, my pencil case just happening to be open. At this point, the social butterfly inside me crashed and burned in a raging storm only to meet its grusome death in a heap of fire, descintegrating its remains and leaving no trace of any confidence in friend making.
I kneel down to pick up all my scattered pens and stationery, of course all the clutter attracted attention from basically EVERYONE and I could feel their eyes latched onto me.
"Here," A soft voice says.
I look up and it's him, beaming me a set of pearly white, trying to give me my junk that dropped on the floor, I was so orientated on what everyone was thinking of me I totally forgot about him. I stand up again, he was actually pretty tall, which actually made him look all the more handsome.
"Hahaha thanks!" I say awkwardly, taking my shit from his warm hands and thinking of what a dork I must've sounded like just then. Why did I even laugh?? It's not like he cracked some sort of clever joke.
'Eugh Tori you're such a retard!" I think to myself. Then the door's hinges creak and a lanky smartly dressed man walks in, carrying a man purse in one hand and a cup of coffee in the other.
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The Cry of a Fallen Angel
Teen Fiction"I feel alone, I have my friends but they can't help anymore. I use to hide my pain behind the canvas of a painted smile but I-I don't know how to describe it. I was 5 when I finally realised the problems in my family, that all this shouting, fighti...
