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Harry and I have always been "Enemies".
Plain and Simple! I'm not sure why but we have. Well, if one forces it in their brain hard enough to remember it as such, then you wouldn't remember a reason. Because there isn't a real one.

Harry is, well, the best soccer player at my school and yet no one, I mean no one would ever mess with him because he is the school bad boy and all...

But I left..
And now I'm back..

My name is Sage Evergreen. I am a senior in highschool. I'm 5'2, curvy, and I have brunette hair with my tips dyed purple. And I also have brown/auburn eyes. I am quite coordinated for an art nerd, but I have my moments. A lot of them. But who doesn't. Oh yeah, Harry doesn't.

*3 years later*

I'm awaken by my little brother burping in my face. And if I don't know the best way to wake up. Now I do.
"Gosh, really Logs. Get away from me." Logan, my 4 year old brother, burps once more and then leaves. I look at my clock and in one swift motion I'm in the shower.
To let you know I'm running 20 minutes late. I never run late. Ever!
Once I'm out the shower, I braid my hair down my back. My outfit consists of light ripped skinny jeans, an oversized galaxy sweatshirt, gray vans, my grandma's emerald ring, and, of course, my purple Hollister bag.
So I skip breakfast and go through a Starbucks drive through. As I'm about yo leave some butt monkey hits my baby! My 2014 Gray Audi with purple rims. He hit her tail end. As I get out I wish I would have just drove away.
"Oh my gosh, I'm sorry! I'll pay wh..."
He stopped as soon as we made eye contact. A look of confusion and disbelief crossed his face. "Sage?"