Cookie
Everyone turned away and continued to do whatever they were doing except Marie who just sat there, and after an hour or so, she fell asleep.
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I watched her sleep. (sorry, I know, I'm being creepy.) She looked so tired but she was still beautiful. I noticed that there was something under her arm. A notebook.
Curiosity took hold of me and I slowly took it. I opened it and there I saw them. Beautiful words. Poems, more like. They were so meaningful. I couldn't help myself. I read and read. And the more I read, the more I knew about the redhead who always smiled. Well, at least most of the time.
Just don't tell anyone about this.....
YOU ARE READING
The Opener
RandomThis is a story about a girl named, Marie Wayna and a boy named Cookie Caine.