The bell rings, I quietly pack up my things and leave the classroom. I get shoved, pushed, and kicked on the way out. I just take the blows, and continue to my locker, this is normal for me. I'm that kid that everyone thinks is an easy target. I can't tell them they're wrong, because their not. I'm a nobody, respected by nobody, noticed by nobody, loved by nobody. I pick up my things of the floor that a year 10 kid "accidentally" knocked on the ground and leave for the library. The library is the only place that I feel calm at. Mainly because if the librarian hears anything above breathing. She will batter down every bookcase and beat them with books, no exaggeration. Also, she was there. The most beautiful woman I had ever seen, I had been trying to work up the nerve to speak to her all year. Once, I tried but the librarian heard me and drove me out of the library. So this time I'm going to try a different tack. I rip a piece of paper out of my textbook, and write, in my neatest handwriting,
"My name is Daniel.
Can we meet up some time?
Your very beautiful"
It's the worst note I have ever written, I'm normally good at this kind of stuff but my hands are all sweaty and I'm breathing a lot heavier. I realise I won't be able to do much better. So I fold the note, walk up to the girl, place is on her table, and quickly leave the library.
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Emotion Behind Writing
RomanceThey say words have power, but how much power? They can hold many things, emotions. You can write a note as an insult, invite, friend offering, love. There's no limit to words, no limit to emotion. Together, they can be unstoppable.
