~ One month earlier ~
"Are you coming?"
The boy laid an embarrassed gaze upon me, as if I had asked him to try out drugs in our parents' backs. He glanced around us, seemingly searching for a getaway excuse. I would have loved to tell him it was reciprocal, that I absolutely had no intent whatsoever to talk to him, let alone play with him. Also, I was tempted to run back to my house, regretful to have taken my mother's words to their first degree.
But my pride kept me from doing or saying anything.
YOU ARE READING
Beyond Words
General FictionMy name is Romane, but everyone calls me Romy - and I hate it. But I never dared to tell anyone, because... we better just keep to ourselves, right? One day, everything changed. I therefore ended up with my little sister Iris, aged 4 and way too you...
