(A/N: Was written by Sans)
Chapter Three
Kiara Hunter
Trust, in my opinion, is like a mirror.
Once you break it, you can't put it back together again.
I wandered to my usual seat in the canteen-furthest away from the other kids, so I didn't have to talk to them.
I had an almost half-anonymity; people didn't know me, but they knew of me. They knew of the girl whose parents consistently travelled. They knew of the girl who wore converse shoes. They knew of the girl who whispered book lines under her breath. They knew of the girl who was there, but they didn't know anything about her.
In front of me was my cafeteria food: mashed potatoes that looked like horse shit; white, pebbly rice; and some sort of sauce I wasn't all too sure was safe to eat.
I pecked at the food and leaned back in my chair.
Alastair.
He was...
He was definitely something. He was handsome and witty, and-oh, you should know, I wasn't falling in love with him. Of course I wasn't. If anything, the most it could be was a crush.
Obviously.
I leaned my cheek against my palm, and sighed. Outside, leaves were falling to the floor like snowflakes.
Plus, he didn't like me. No one really liked me, and he was no exception. Even if he did talk to me. I couldn't risk speaking to him again, couldn't risk him turning me into a pile of mush with one glance-I was stronger than that, wasn't I?
Right.
The cafeteria door opened, and I jerked my head to the left, stared as it at it opened.
And then he entered the cafeteria, went past the popular group-who were gazing at him like he was naked-and walked straight for me.
- K
YOU ARE READING
Kill or Be Killed
RomanceThere is a secret in the school. No one knows that there is a secret. Although, this girl stumbles across that secret, belonging to a certain boy. What happens when two fateful lives encounter? (This book is written by two people/collaborative.)
