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"Where are you from?' He asked me.
Oh, how I loved the sound of his voice... every word he speaks comes out so perfectly.Its been about a month since we first met. So much has happened in so little time. I think we've connected quite a lot. I can't trust him to easily though I dot want it to happen again.
"Scar?"
Oops I must've dazed off into the endless hole of my mid.
"Yeah?" I finally answered ack.
"Where are you from?" he repeated. What a random question to ask. I dont really know how to answer this. I don't like to keep him waiting though. I'll just wing it.
"Here. I mean here in New York. What about you? Where do you come from?" I didn't mean you seem so nosey, but he didnt send to mind.
"Lots of places. Here, there, just about anywhere the wind blows me,"
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He said standing up pretending to get whipped around by wind, eventually leading to him actually falling on his ass. He was always trying to make me laugh. It's really cute actually.
By first sight, he seemed like one of those rebellious kids I'd hang out with at school. Yeah you know, the ones who'd throw the most insane parties, just to end up high, drunk, or both passed out in their front yard. Yeah those.
I pulled him towards me and dog piled on him. But he pinned me down anyways.
"You know your not strong enough to beat me, right?" He asked with a smirk.
" You obviously don't know me well enough yet," I said pushing him of me. He slightly to the side crossing his legs and resting his head on his arms. How could be always so cool. I've only just met him, but he's already become my best friend and I, his.
"Come on, " he said standing up and walking away.
"Where are we going?" I asked while following his steps. But of course he didn't give me a straight answer. All he said was:
"Don't worry about it."
So yeah lil cliffhanger. I just love cliffhangerz. Okay well you know the drill. Like comment what ever you want I dont care, I just like writing the story.
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Teen Fiction*story is discontinued Scarlett Miller. 17. My family has disowned me, I live on my own, Also a High-school Dropout. Scarlett Miller is a 17 year old girl who lives on her own in the city of Manhattan. Her family kicked her out so she now has to st...
