I blink at the words making sure I read them right.
Hi love.
I hear from behind me in a deep voice.
I turn around slowly before I come face to face with a boy, slightly taller than me, with bright red hair.
He half smiles at me and the shining of his eyebrow piercing catches my eye.
Finally it processes there is a strange person randomly in my house and I scream at him, "How the hell did you get in here!"
Hey calm down, he says walking towards me.
"Get away from me."
Seriously it's alright.
I freeze as my back hits my desk and he walks closer to me until he is only inches away.
I won't ever hurt you.
YOU ARE READING
Unwritten «m.c.»
Fiksi PenggemarAs kids we used to play a game called make believe, we'd pretend something was real. Adults always would laugh at us because they supposedly knew that things were ridiculous and impossible, but we thought they were. We knew the truth.
