An: sorry for the late update.
Dear Journal,
After that day a year ago I avoid him and didn't talk to him once. I'm now a senior. Voted one of the most popular girls at the school now. I have tons of friends and I'm used to being greeted when I come into the building. I see him all the time. He changed a lot. He went from bad boy to a classy gentleman who wears fancy clothes on occasions. I like it but I don't want to take that chance. We have the same classes... Every block. Only good thing is I have lunch with all my friends. I'm sitting in socialolgy when a piece of paper fly's over my shoulder.' How've you been?'.I turn to notice him sitting writing notes on what the teacher is saying. When he notices I've turned around I feel his intense stare on my face but yet it felt friendly. 'Who is this?',I just needed to be sure it was him. I pass it back and get it back almost less than a second.' Kinda hurts you don't remember me... Well you'll know me soon.' I feel written into the paper.' Why won't you tell me who you are?', I asked getting frustrated.' I would but I know you wouldn't talk to me... I can't live with not being able to talk to you. I already have done it for a long time... Can't do that any more...' Even though it was in writing when k touch the words I felt his pain, how much he was hurting. For the rest of class I talked to Mr. Mysterious. He made me laugh and smile. We argued over small things but it was fun. It was really the best day ever. I sat out the school playing with Peebles holding my phone waiting for my dad to come get me." Um hey would you like a ride?", said a voice. I already knew who that voice belonged to." Blake why would I want to do that?", I said tired." Because it's gettimg really dark out and I'm trying to be a good person",he said hearing him walk over to me. I grumble a fine texting mg dad real quick I got a ride from a friend. Blake didn't he rude or bother me, he just played music I liked and listened to the directions. Once I made it home he said goodbye. I can really say this was the best day ever.
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Behind lost eyes
Short StoryMy name isn't important. I'm just like any other girl wanting love. I may not be special for what eyes can see. But I promise I'll make it worth it if you try to get to know me. I'm the girl that hides behind lost eyes.