I've never been loved. I've never had friends. I've always been alone. I don't know why I am not loved. I know I am pretty, I'm nice to everyone, but I'm still alone.
Today is my first day of highschool. I don't think I'm ready for another year of hate. I know I'm not ready.
I woke up this morning at 6:30, I curled my long brown hair, put on a gray crop top and black leggings. I ate breakfast in a rush brushed my teeth and headed out the door throwing my bag over my shoulders. I walk to school...alone.
I found my locker easily and got everything for math. When I got into the room and took my seat this guy walked into the room. Tall, piecing blue eyes, black hair. He was wearing black jeans, a gray shirt a leather jacket and and black converse.
He started towards me.
"Is anyone sitting here?" he asked pointing to the empty seat next to me.
Oh..umm no. stuttered You can sit there if you want." I stuttered.
"Okay, I will. Thank you"
"No problem"
I could feel the warmth in my face...I was blushing like crazy.
"What's your name" he asked in kind voice.
"I'm Elena"
"That's a beautiful name. I'm Dylan"
"Thanks. Its nice to meet you"
" We should talk sometime"
He handed me a slip of paper with his number on it and then the bell rang.
I spent the day, daydreaming about my future relationship with Dylan.
YOU ARE READING
Alone
Teen FictionA girl finally makes a friend, but she likes him more than a friend. What will this do to their friendship? Will it make them more than friends? Will it ruin the friendship?
