He laughs with his friends as they walk down the hallway.Cyrus tells another joke, sending the group into hoots and howls.He let's out a half hearted smile and looks down at his dirt covered converse. It was like this every day. Did they not get bored?
This repetitive thing, laughing at jokes that weren't funny,and making plans to hang out the next weekend. So they started the conversation again. "You going to the party this weekend?" Lana broke his daze, snapping her perfectly manicured fingers in his face. His eyes snapped back to her grey ones, and he blinked rapidly. "Erm... Yeah .Sure" He said, not sure if this whole thing was a good idea.
The group disbanded and he was alone once again.His lips rub together roughly , he notices their dryness.He licks his lips and walks toward the vending machine. Leaning against the wall, he notices a slip of paper in the shadows taped to the wall. He grabs it and examines it,puts it in his back pocket of his blue jeans and walks to his next class completely forgetting about whatever he was supposed to buy.
(This is short, but this is how he found the letters)
YOU ARE READING
Dear No One:
Teen Fiction"Dear stranger, I found your letters.They're addressed to no one in particular so I felt inquired to read them , I mean they were just sitting there, begging to be read.So I did.And I learned a lot about you through your words and maybe; just maybe...
