I walk straight ahead following a pebble pathway that after a while will lead you buildings and a big sign written "starling high" hmm starling what a wired name for a teacher, my teachers name was nice "grace" I say to myself picking my head up high and smiling. Fixing my posture and marching like how I did the first time I met miss grace and she said to say her name with respect. "Is that your name?" I hear a voice call from behind. I quickly turn around "yes? - I mean no!" I say trying to regain my balance from turning to quickly "hhmm.... Well, I'm josh" the boy says reaching out his hand and I take it, his eyes tracing my gloves in immense detail "lora" I tug a curl behind my ear "such I beautiful name?" He says leading me to the buildings "eh- yes my mother gave me it" I say noticing the blush hiding by his ears. Boys honestly, all I did was tell you, my name. "You must be in my class, how old are you?" He asks as we reach the door of the middle building "I'm 16" I say and shake his hand off which he hadn't let go since we met. He smiles and opens the door sticking one hand in and pointing to another door inside the building. "Yup same classes. this one" he says, and I walk to the door opening it slowly, he gives me a hushing motion and waves me in. "Mr. jowns!!" I hear an older women scream. She bangs her hand on the desk and the class goes silent. She steps forward and lifts up red painted claws to a bald boy. I walk trying not to be seen by her (BANG) the sound of the door closing behind me echos threw the room snapping the teachers head in my direction "why are you late" she says sternly
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just friends..?
Poetryso this is a sort of personal story, in witch i was hopping to capture the feeling of loving a friend and never wanting to be parted from them but little do the characters know that they aren't just friends. what they feel is deeper then that
