You see, everyday I pass her. Not because I want to, it's just the quickest way to get to my next class. Every time I pass her, I always see her laughing with her group of friends. Talking about anything and everything. It's hard always seeing her, and never saying a word. It really is. But whenever that though pops in my head, I always put it down, thinking about how stupid I would look, or what she might say. Each time she passes by, she takes a bit of my soul away.
As you've probably discovered, I'm a pretty shy person. The people I consider friends started to talk to me before I talked to them. And even when I start talking, I try to limit myself to 10 words a day. The one place where I can actually talk is in my thoughts and in my writing.
Being that shy in situations like these make me feel like a total loser. However, since msy inhibitions are so strong, I never really have to worry about saying the wrong thing.
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