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SEVEN I. YOUNG | 18 JULY 5TH | 2:34 PM ︾ Seven couldn't bring his eyes from the girl that sat across the classroom—through his singular dreads that hung in his face but his eyes by-passing the hair and stared straight ahead at Islana, that was typing on her phone.
The girl he known to be his crush. Someone he knew he'd never get the chance to talk too on that level. That's why he called her his crush.
he'd been 'crushing' on her for the last three years. She was such a beautiful girl. He was infatuated with the way her deep brown colored skin always glowed and was glossy. And along with the way she only wore her natural hair but always had it styled.
It was currently styled in a half up and down but instead of the back of her head being fulled with knotless braids—her hair was straightened and stopped at her shoulders while the designed scalp braids in the front pulled up in a ponytail and the end of the braids also straightened. And her light slicked baby hairs included into the style.
Islana was the prettiest girl he'd probably ever layed his eyes on in his eighteen years of living. He often found himself admiring her but only from a distance because he knew he couldn't talk to her.
There were many reasons on why he simply couldn't. Seven had suffered with anxiety and often stuttered when talking if he was either felt like he was under pressure or sometimes it happened in general which he got teased for on the regular.
But he was progressing to not stutter at all. But untill he stopped completely, he just stayed quiet in class no matter if the teacher called on him. To save himself from the embarrassment.
So seven was full aware. He couldn't talk to islana or make his atracttion known to her. S-
"Seven. young!" His pervious thoughts faded as his teacher, Mrs cleo. Shouted his full name across the classroom making his gaze break from the girl and immediately turned to his teacher—that had a stern look across her face and a ruler pointed directly in his direction.
