I walked into the front gate of the high School. A few people looked my way complimenting me on my outfit and how it looked."Like you didn't try, but it looks great." As quoted. I kinda aimed for looking acceptable by every one. I walked over to my best friend Michael.
He was the opposite of me. He didn't care whether he was accepted by people or not. He had crazy electrical red hair. He always wore skin tight black skinny jeans. And one of his favorite band shirts, along with worn out combat boots, and a flannel on top. He looked great as always, not even trying to look nice. I hated how good looking he was without even trying to be.
"What's up Grace?" Michael asked politely. Putting his arm over my shoulders and flashing me his award winning smile."I'm alright...But uh- Never mind...I'm ok I guess..." He didn't question it, which I'm glad he didn't. He just dropped it instead. We made our way to our 1st period, which was Art. We litterly had all of our classes together.
I sat near the back and grabbed my drawing, we had to draw something special in our lives. I kept drawing a special book... in my life, instead of doing the regular Shit everyone seems to do.
Michael sat next to me and I took a peak at his drawing...it was me...."cool drawing. Which book is it?" I know Michael ddint mean it....he's just to nice."Oh Just a book...I grew up with...what about you?"
He was quiet for a moment....
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Slight cliffhanger...
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FanfictionHer name was Grace. She always wore something acceptable by her peers...until one day she decided, a "Sleeping With Sirens" shirt would do just fine. That's when HE complimented her shirt. Giving Grace a beautiful smile. Now all she wanted was a com...
