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CH 1 : Admiration

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{The first five chapters are just copy and pasted from my other account, which I was using as a stand-in while I try to log into this one, so if you followed me there and hav already read them you can skip those and get to the part story you should be at :) }

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I ran my fingers through my hair, fluffing it in front of my face as I looked myself up and down in the tall, full-length, Victorian-style mirror. My body was slim, almost emaciated due to my drug use as a young teen, u could see the silhouette of my ribs through my skin. ' I should eat more 'I think as I run my fingers up and down my ribs, they felt sharp and uncomfortable beneath my skin. The raised white lines that were scattered across my alms and torso, once red, were a constant reminder of the past I feel my stomach drop as I look at them, I felt sick looking at my skin. I soon turn away,

I run my fingers across the front of my dark oak chest of draws, I wrap my slim delicate fingers around the handle. opening my chest of draws pulling out my clothes peace by peace. I slip on a fish net shirt, followed by another this time short-sleeved shirt on top, with a picture of gloomy bear on it in front of a checkerboard print, and next some red and black trip pants. I make my way over to my pink and black vanity, it was once an old broken one I found on Facebook, it has beautiful ornate carvings all over it . I sit down as I begin to do my makeup. Black lipstick smudged on my lips black eyeliner and an upside-down cross around my eye , now adorned my face as I take a couple of necklaces off my kuromi jewelry hooks. I place a pentagram necklace and a rosary around my neck before clipping up the back of my spiked choker . I take a final look in the mirror smiling to myself now feeling much more comfortable in my skin .

My small skinny , fragile, boddy somehow managed to drag itself across my cluttered room , walls plastered with posters and shelfs full of plushy s and figures , over to my shoe rack as I slide on a pair of large black 6" black , platforms , with silver buckles going all the way up the front . I stumble out of my room and I grab some toast rushing out the door grabbing my skateboard on my way out , it was covered in sticker form over the years , and the grip tape was beginning to chip off , giving it a lot of charm . I soon find myself on the hot , gray , pavement outside my apartment , my dominant foot pushing against the floor causing my bored to move forward , I rummage in my pocket till I pull out a pear of hello kitty earbuds that I shove in my small ears, regular earbuds never fit so I always have to get kids ones . I shuffle my music , running my finger across the bumpy surface of my Deco phone case, till Rich kids by new medicine starts playing . I zone out , the feeling of my foot hitting the ground kicking up pebbles as I go and the rumble of the ground under my wheels all so familiar to me . I soon look up and find myself at the bus stop , I hop off my board picking it up as I quickly look to my right only to see an old-fashioned, beat up looking , double-decker bus pulling up beside me . I pull out my phone frantically searching through my screenshots trying to find my weekly pass ,I scrolled past the copious amounts of Pinterest screenshots of room decor ideas and accidental screenshots of random YouTube videos , when I finally find the bus pass I step on showing it to the bus driver , he gives me a nod as the sun reflects of the large bald patch in the center of his head , before I head right to the back of the buss . I sit myself down laying my head against the window as I get entranced by my music as I watch the world pass by at high speed . Soon I find myself drifting off to sleep .

I'm jolted awake as the noise of screeching breaks fills my ears . I look up to see we have pulled up beside the hellscape I call Collage. I get off the bus as I stand for a moment just staring at the tall, ugly ,concrete,building . You see in secondary I was never a popular kid , in fact the exact opposite , I was bullied by practically every class mate physically and mentally for being myself so at college I just stopped talking ... I'm just a shell of the person I used to be . Eventually, I pluck up the courage to walk in ...the reason? one of my classmates. Me and Griffin spoke once , on the first day of college I was walking in and he complimented my boots I didn't know how to reply so I just auqudly thanked him and sat as far away as I could , I just watch him from afar now . I soon make my way into class sitting on the last seat on the right of the , long , old fashioned , lecture hall as far from the door and the front as possible . I'm always the first in and the last out as to avoid conversation. I pull out my notebook... Well moor like scetch book I like to draw the people around me , the book is full to the brim of drawings of people ...but my best drawings are all of Griffin . As my classmates begin to poor into the classroom I keep looking forward ...that's when I feel the intense butterfly's fill up my stomach and my heart begin to race ... griffin sat in Infront of me ...his long Black and brown locks with his sharp jawline and deep skin tone accompanied by the most beautiful hazel eyes , his looks are just so eye-catching no wonder he is so popular . I soon pull out a mechanical pencil , with a little Kuromi figure on top of it , as I begin to sketch in his features. I watch in aw as he answered questions and talks to those around him ... He will never know who I am but that doesn't matter I can just love him from afar

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This is just a filler chapter to get an idea of the main characters next page will be an oc ref for Griff ಥ‿ಥ} spellings in this chapter have been corrected using Grammarly