Her
She liked being alone. It comforted her that she didn't have to deal with masses of friends.
She enjoyed sitting in the back of a classroom doodling and studying.
She liked talking to her art teacher and her english teacher.
She wore her brother's beanie on her head all the time.
Her sleeves were long as usual to hide the scars. Not from others but from herself.
She started to feel eyes on her all the time, she couldn't figure out who it was or what they wanted from her.
She kept on seeing this boy around town. She didn't know his name and she couldn't ask anyone to find out.
He was kinda cute. He had dark, messy hair and light blue eyes. He was tall and you could tell he played sports.
He wasn't the most popular, that wasn't allowed, but people knew him.
She knew him.
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First Love
Teen FictionShe ripped him apart, bit by bit until there was nothing left. Until she had him all. He fixed her. Over and over. He replaced all the pieces she didn't have with his own. He was her first kiss. She was his first love. And it was like a movie. Like...
