After school I walked home and on my way there I thought to myself. I thought about the awkward conversation I had with Ella. What did she want? Was she flirting with me and why was she so eger to get to know me. Did she like me?
Wait have I completely lost it? This is Ella we are talking about. The queen B, who has all the guys kissing at her feet, why would she like me? She was probably being nice.
Despite that I couldn't help but think about what she said about my hair.
She said they were nice. I had spent 4 months internally complimenting and daydreaming about Miya's hair I never realized or even thought of the possibility of me having nice hair.
I got home, ate a sandwich and went straight to work. There I didn't see Miya.
Was it the bruises again?
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Finding Her
Teen FictionMax is a high schooler trying to make some extra cash at a cafe near school. Everyday a beautiful, quiet writer orders the same coffee as she types her book. Max finds himself falling for her but he doesn't even know her name. Will she ever be his...
