Sonya Sharma is a highschool indian girl who lives in california with her family which consist of mother, father and older brother. Her motive is to be perfect and satisfy her family.
Andrew Cullen is a European boy who lives in london but for his f...
See the stone set in your eyes See the thorn twist in your side I'll wait for you
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As we reached school, the familiar banter with Sam continued. He had a knack for injecting humor into the mundane, and today was no exception.
"Mate?" he called out, his tone overly dramatic.
"Why are you calling me 'Mate'?" I questioned, somewhat bemused.
"You are my mate, don't you?" he declared, his arms swinging in the air.
"I am not your mate, okay," I retorted, my eyes rolling at his antics.
"You are," he insisted, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
"Did you complete your english assignment ?", i asked as the out of curiosity.
" wait, we have english assignment?", he said as terror and shock was hanging on his face.
I nodded, making my way to go from here. I heard him calling, waying my hand and not even looking at him.
As I strolled through the bustling hallway, my attention caught by the familiar sight of Sonya struggling with her locker. The metallic sound of locker with a frustration echoed through hallways as she was banging that poor locker as always she was wearing her baggy jeans and baggy sweat shirt while holding her bag and the wire earphone are plugged to her ears. She look like angel,
"Hey hey hey," I chimed in, my voice attempting to cut through the echoes of irritation. "Easy, it's just a locker, not a person you want to hit or murder." A playful comment, an attempt to inject a bit of humor into her frustration . She rolled her eyes at my remark but still banging that locker or torturing that poor locker.
Unable to resist, I reached out, a hand gently resting on her arm. "Stop, I will try," I offered, She looked at me with her brown ords, and her brown ords meet mine, reminding of the golden hour at sea shore.
my heart strated to throb against my cheast and my mind got blank, and the metallic sound brought me back from my thoughts.
Looking at locker, i found the neatly arranged books that awaited the day's lessons. "Thank you," her soft whisper reached my ears, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction in easing her momentary struggle.
Before i could utter or from a sentence, she moved away making her way in hallway. "Hey," I called out as she started to move away. "Hey, ayy," I waved, trying to catch her attention, a small smile playing on my lips.
Sonya continued to move away, seemingly caught up in her own thoughts. Undeterred, I quickened my pace to catch up with her.
"Hey," I called out again, this time a bit closer. "You survived the battle with the locker. Impressive."
