"Yo!" Came a familiar voice. The voice made me jump a little.
"Hello, is this Tiffany Brown?"
I turned around to see a part of heaven on earth. A boy that looked like he had just dropped from: 'The World of Natural Cuteness.
"Hi, this is Tiffany! You must be Stanley Baker," I replied shyly, "Come on over here and take a seat!"
He sat down next to me on the bench and it felt very awkward. When you get to know me, I am the very social loafer but on first rendezvous, I am very shy.
"Look, you don't have to be shy with me. I am your friend right!"
The conversation gradually progressed and I turned into my normal self. Time passed, and he had to go.
He checked his watch and said: "Um, Tiff. Can I stop you for one second. OK! It's time for me to go now. It was great talking to you and I really want to meet up with you again. I will talk to you tonight."
"Bye!" I said hugging him tightly.
I started walking home, the sun was starting to set, painting the sky orange. I just recalled everything that happened, it was quite overwhelming to be honest!
Suddenly, something struck me! He didn't have an Australian accent. Was that weird?
It didn't seem weird to me at the time. I'd completely forgotten about everything that happened on the Internet.
But now, this day it strikes me.
It was too late to stop everything, I was already half way down the 'Path to Hate'.
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Path to Hate
Teen FictionMy second story! Hope you like it. If you're looking for a bit of a twisty tale then this is the one for you. Tiffany Brown has some issues on the internet. Find out what it is. Is the friendliest always the honest?
