"Hi." I can't believe this is happening. I can't believe this is happening. I can't believe it! Anne Grins cheekily from the bathroom mirror behind him. I barely even notice her fuzzy figure in the backround. I'm lost again, look at those eyes! And his hair. What could this guy possibly want with a girl like me?
He's just so... Perfect. My fingers feel for the hem of my dress, adjusting it nervously. Mike looks effortless, tidy, sheek. His blue button down is casual but somehow makes him look more beautiful than the first time I saw him. I gaze, for a while. How long have I been looking at him for? Has he noticed? His bright eyes squint into a smile.
"I knew it!" He yells, forcing me out of my dream state. Startled, I look at him cautiously, and ask "knew what, exactly?"
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When Fingers Fail
Teen FictionMy fingers cramp up, just as frightened and confused as I am. I draw circle after circle, line after line. This boy is taking over my mind; Where has my mind gone? My fingers wander along with it. One stupid decision after the other. What have I don...
