Coming soon.
This is not a description, but a warning. Those who've been on this journey with me before know I'm a terribly slow writer. However, I have been working on the story formerly known as My Criminal. The title is not set in stone yet, but...
The eventful lives are reserved for the beautiful and the socially gifted people. Take Crystal Cricketters for example. She's the most beautiful and most popular girl in town. I don't know anyone who doesn't admire her in some (twisted) way. Or take Daniel McKibben, this rich motherfùcker who I, as well as half of our high school's female population had a crush on. Handsome, liked by nearly everyone, and even kind of nice. He walked around school like he owned it, with that come-hither look in his eyes. I was a sucker for him, turned into a stuttering fool when he even came in my vicinity. Everyone probably knew it, too.
These people had new stories to tell every week, but nothing exciting ever happened to me. So you could say I was very surprised when one night, I came to be the most known person in school; a near nobody. Yes, it had to be me who ran into Fox Stone, a law breaker who shook up our entire, boring, little town. Born and raised in Chestman's Ville, he was a freaking legend. Everyone had heard about him, but no one had ever seen him. Well, not when the police asked anyway.
I never meant to play a hero. That person usually wasn't me. I was the bystander, but that one time, I stopped watching and interfered. I went back into that store and lived to regret it; for a while, at least. Suddenly I was the one with a thousand stories to tell. I guess I could thank him for that.
But I still think I should have just moved to Canada. Or Europe. It's all good. As long it was far away from him. It would've saved me a lot of pain. But also a lot of fun.
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