*Brad*
I saw her.
In our history class.
She was sleeping.
She had a peaceful look on her face.
Rare.
Her face is usually deprived of any emotions. Her green eyes, almost blank, always. Except when she was with her friends.
And by friends I mean those two girls she sees in the lunch time and a girl from our class.
That's it.
They are the only friends she has.
Yes she talks to everyone.
Yes she's like an open book to everyone.
At least that is what they think.
She doesn't care about anyone except those three girls.
People are drawn to her because of this.
They believe she cares, because of what they see.
She puts a façade.
She's herself only around those three girls.
She seems better around them.
Happy even.
I want to know her.
But I am just afraid.
I ain't good for her.
She's better off not knowing me.
My head says this.
My heart contradicts.
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Hi guys.
Sorry couldn't update earlier.
School tour.
No WiFi :(
Anyway.
Short chapter na?
I am nice like that.
Don't hate me please.
Longer chapters are on the way.
Promise.
Until then.
Bye peeps.
-S.
YOU ARE READING
Until, One Day.
Teen FictionHe was different. Different from the others I knew. Different from the crowd. An aura of mystery surrounded him. Always. Only few noticed him. I was the popular girl The bubbly, naughty chick. I was a part of the crowd. I had a tonne of friends. ...
