She walks in listening to her favorite song (I was once, possibly, maybe, perhaps, a cowboy king), blasting it to drown out the early-morning hallway buzz. She aggressively whispers with the melodic screaming of Danny's voice. As she walks a boy, rushing to a class, smacks into her. You can hear the loud clatter of binders hitting the floor. He looks at her with the sincerest apology on his face. He looks familiar, so she studies hid face. He has dark, brown hair, deep brown eyes, and in her opinion he's pretty cute. She gets so lost in his eyes that she doesn't hear a word he's saying.
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Teen FictionBrooke is up to the plate ready to throw a strike, when she catches the eye of him. The only boy that has ever mattered. She is hopelessly in love with him, and the game.
