I sat down at my chair. I am known as the quiet kid. The one that everyone thinks will pull a whole ass gun out of his bag. But no, people are fucking stupid and they have to understand that shit.
She walked into the class smiling at everyone she met eyes with. It was like even the sun smiled back on her sending rays of light down onto her perfect model figure.
The lesson began as usual, although we were starting an assignment this term on a movie I was oblivious as to what that movie was as I was distracted.
'Uhm- sorry to disturb you but do you have any paper?' She asked. I nodded and handed her some paper and she began to draw swirls and lines in reds, pinks, blues, oranges, purples, and greens.
My gaze was on her the whole time, she had the most adorable concentration face. And every now and then her eyes would flick to the screen and back to the paper.
The pen lids were all clicked back on, realising she'd finished colouring I looked at the paper and everything was colourful and even blended together.
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To the world you may be human, but to someone you are home.
Short StoryTW!!! Sh Suicide Language Mentions of Death This book has no sexual scenes but is very into the self harm and suicidal theme which is why it is rated mature. Because it crosses the guidelines so I'm very sure that this is definitely harmful and in...
