Brett's POV
There's a page taped
To my window.
It has rained,
And the bottom half is cut off.
Sing to me.
It finishes.
I wonder who wrote it.
I've never seen such handwriting.
Small, curvy letters.
The girl who has been acting as if she has a thing for me doesn't write like this. Heck, I don't think she writes. All her homework is done by her little minions.
Plus, she doesn't know a thing about me.
No one does.
That's the best way to be.
A nobody.
A shadow.
Unknown.
Will I ever be something to someone?
YOU ARE READING
~Hidden~
RandomHave you ever considered what it would be like to be a shadow? Someone who is hidden only because they don't want to be seen? Or they do things no one wants to hear? Like play drums or sing like a rock star? Well, Brett has. Mia? Not so much. But he...
