As I leave class a boy in the back of the class catches my eye. Dressed in all black and a biker's jacket. All I can think is how different from you he is. He must catch me staring, he looks up. And stares back. Eventually I back down and look away, a tiny smile and blush spreading across my face.
And the next day I find a number scribbled in silver pen on a sticky note in my backpack.
Maybe the only way to escape hell is to let a demon drag you even farther down.
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Ficção Adolescente"Sorry," I muttered as I bumped into a big, burly guy. "Watch it, new girl," he glared at me, then continued down the corridor. So much people. I was perfectly fine at Norton High. So much people. Did I mention the strangers? Expect very short chapt...
