People continue walking by without even glancing, they didn't care. Her cheeks are red and strands of long strait hair are sticking to her face. About a minute soars by and then she notices me staring at her. She blushes and wipes her face.
"What's your name?" I asked trying to make the situation less embarrassing for her. She looked up at me and grunted. She had a certain hatred in her eyes. Hatred that wasn't towards me.
"Like you care," the girl looked a way and pulled the hair off her face. "You're probably just going to use it against me like the others," she pulls her hair into a pony tail and begins to walk. Was I the only one who wasn't ignoring the fact that she was crying just a few moments ago?
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3 years
RandomDavin is a boy who is kind, tall, strong, handsome, funny, and shy. Despite all his wonderful qualities something that happened three years ago changed everything about him he turned into a fake. He began to be bullied and was nicknamed Davin The Ga...
