"I was going to school, and my morning was consisted of my mother yelling at me and almost seeing my arms, I nearly had a heart attack. But besides that, I was walking out the door, and right before my eyes at the end of the driveway walking on the sidewalk, was a girl. At first I didn't think. much but I took into account that you were wearing long sleeves on a day when it was going to be close to the 90's and I wondered why you were wearing long sleeves, but then I looked down at myself and realized I was wearing long sleeves too. So there was two possibilities: either you are absolutely insane; or you were like me. And for the next month I tried to get glimpses of your face, I tried to get a sight of your playlist when changing songs, I strained my sight and hearing trying to find a way to approach you. Weather it be with a compliment or a question. An insult or a flirt. I felt like I needed to know more. It was almost like everytime I saw you, my heart leaped out of my chest and ran to say hi to yours. It was almost like every time I saw you, my soul put a string between tours and mine each time bonding us closer and closer almost like how a child is on the edge of being a man and a boy, or how an apple is ready to fall from a tree, and all it needs is a gust of wind, a push to start moving. This continued for a couple weeks, until I Finally got glimpse of your face. You were different. You were wearing a dress with leggings as to not see your skin, and you were wearing some sort of skin tight shirt to cover yours arms and body. Your hair was up in a half bun, and you had bangs that were swept to cover a bit of your face. I could tell your hair was red in the early morning light, and I saw the sunrise reflect off of your sea green eyes. And for the first time you looked straight at me. I gasped it shock and you paused for a split second and gave that side smile with your head slightly turned to one side and the facial expression saying " your move, I dare you to try me" and it was almost like you laughed when I disappeared from the window. But you didn't expect me to take your dare when I opened the door and walked slowly to you, taking time with each step making sure to not mess it up. And I said 'hi, I'm jason, and as weird as this may sound, I've been watching you for a couple weeks.' You simply smiled and said
'I know who you are, but what is funny, is that I've been watching you for a couple weeks' "
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There Once Was
Teen FictionAlmost everyone criticizes teenage girls for being depressed, suicuidal, self-harming, and who knows what else. but what people don't realize, is that guys have it difficult too.