"Loving someone was , is and never will be an easy task. Love is a war field and if you are a lover then fight for it"
Someone wise
Everyone has their own love stories but not every love story is the great love story. To...
Kenna's POV ( After the sorting ceremony when Tom left ) With the hues of serene orange and blue sunset my mind was getting tempted with the urge to confront him because of his arrogance. Yet as a cool wind blowing and calming my nerves. I decided to ignore his existence from my thoughts. Soon the next day's morning made its way marking it as the day of school supplies shopping. Tom and I after eating our breakfast earlier than other children we went to our respective rooms to change our clothes. I decided to go for a black full sleeves turtle neck t-shirt with dark blue and green square pattern long skirt with black boots.
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It was around a quarter to 9 when I stood before his door. I knocked on the door. Today we are bound to Diagon Alley so getting late was out of the question because the bus doesn't wait for anyone. I was going to knock once more when Tom opened his door. He was wearing a three piece suit with a grey and white combination.
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We were looking at each other when Sapph barked which brought us out of our thoughts. Tom looked at him and asked Is he going to come with us too ? While pointing his finger at Sapph. I shook my head and he gave a curt nod and we both left for the bus station. Soon we found ourselves standing amidst the morning passengers. Tom bought us our tickets and we stood with complete silence between us. Soon my attention was quickly drawn to a disagreeable sight - a fat bulky man was sitting smugly on the seat reserved for the women or elderly people. While next to the seat there was a pregnant woman standing holding on to the strap. Her face was clearly showing the discomfort. Soon a girl who boarded the bus before me and was standing next to me went towards the direction of man and stood next to the lady with the movement like that of the embodiment of the epitome of decorum still gentleness evident in her walk. She had green eyes and blonde hair. A true beauty indeed.
