My name is Karter Taylor a 18 year old lanky white man that lives in the smallest town of Michigan. My life has been shit ever since I was born with my mom leaving me with my dad at the young age of 8. I didn't care though she could be the least of my worries. Ever since I was a young boy I wanted to be a musician I practiced every day. I mean if you take one look at me you would probably never guessed that's what I wanted to be, but you know enough about what I aspire to be and my shitty ass life and tell you what turned my shitty life into something I could never imagine. It all started with her... Zuri Miller.
I was walking down the side walk with many thoughts in my mind when all of the sudden I run into somebody. "SHIT" I yelled I stared at the girl I ran into. She was around 5'2 maybe 5'3 and was curvy with a Carmel latte skin tone...she was gorgeous. "my fault I couldn't see you there.." I quickly apologized. "it's okay!" she said with a cheerful tone. I look her up and down and mumble a light "good" She sorta gave me a weird look. it kinda was normal for people to give me odd looks though its not like I have the best reputation. "I haven't seen you around are you visiting pilgrim?" she asked "no. I live here." I stared at her "oh you just moved here?" I mentally laugh at her. I turn around assuming she doesn't want to talk to me anymore. I hear foot steps chasing me so I slow down "WAITT" she finally catches up to me "what's your name?" I contemplated whether or not to give my real name "Gorge Washington." I started speeding up my pace until she grabbed my wrist. my heart did at least 5 jumping jacks. "What's your name really." I toward over her "Karter...Karter Taylor." I at first wasn't gonna ask about her name until I felt like I had to
"What's your name 'Mystery Girl'?" I smirked. "Zuri Miller." she stood proudly "pretty.." I took off my backpack and with out thinking wrote down my number and gave it to her " I gotta go-" I started but I noticed she was staring at the note I gave her. I lifted her chin up so that she was looking at me. "Call me." I suddenly walked away feeling achieved. I thought about that interaction all the way back home. "Zuri...Zuri... Zuri..Taylor." I mumbled to myself. now listen I may sound like a psycho but that is an average teenage thing....so is carving her name into my headboard...
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Basorexia
Romance(Bas-or-ex-ee-uh) the strong,sudden urge to kiss someone ; Like the sun and the moon Zuri Miller and Karter Taylor were so alike but so different... a small town in Michigan called pilgrim. Zuri wished to be a lawyer in her future and was set on mar...
