First thing in the morning that woke me up was sun.
Looking at the clock on the wall telling me it' s eight in the morning.
Eight in the morning.
Wait! I asleeep!
As fast as i can, i run to the bathroom and then to the kitchen.
Grabbing my bag with apple in mouth and book of course in my hand, i run up to the door.
I didn' t think that it would rain.
And like any other days i don' t have an umbrela.
Well i will be wet either way.
Even if i had an umbrela.
In the middle of road i stop running.
I put in my ears headphones and play in it music.
Going to the school my eyes cought a
shiny black motorbike flexing with a handsome boy.
His muscles hands with motorcycle gloves were so charming that it took my senses.
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Teen FictionHe was the first boy that i was in love. And the last. No one ever stoled my heart like him. He was the end of my world. My heart was made for him. But were his made for mine?
