That's right. I am dying a little inside. I need to know how she feels about me. I look at the football in my hands and twirl it into the air. I wonder what she is doing right now?
Why do I have to be so hung up? Why cant I talk to her? I chuck the football at a wall really hard to take out my annoyance and then trudge back inside my house to grab some water.
How much longer is it going to be until I give up on her?
Some how I don't think it is going to be anytime soon.
I flop down onto my bed and pull out my phone. I have so many text messages from all these other girls who aren't Holly. I chuck my phone to the side.
Stuff this. I am not in the mood to answer these messages.
YOU ARE READING
MALLY
Teen FictionThis is a book dedicated to one of my best friends. So basically it is about a boy and a girl whose ship name is MALLY (Max and Holly) This is the love that they create overtime and it shall be precious.
