Peeping through my bedroom window like i always did not for any reason just that there was this very hot boy living in the vast house right opposite mine on the same street.It was a ordinary street in England you probally know what am on about.So i was glaring at that fit guy flick his gawjuss brown curly hair on his small balcony, when my mother came screaming in my room telling me to set up the dining table.I hate being the eldest child.My two small brother well i dont think they were small, they were 9 are too small to do chores. As my mum always says:
" Dear, they are only small its time for them to have fun and enjoy life".
Huh well what about my fun i was 17.I was a posh blonde (im clever) who loves going clubbing and shopping.Shopping to me was like heaven.clothes, shoes, bags i do love my girl qualities.I had blue bright eyes and my skin was a pale white. I was quite skinny not to boast and had nice features. I wonder who i went after.
So back to the story about this boy. He was called Harry and was 18 years old.He had the smile of an angel and good looking featutes which got me eager for him.Every night after i had come back from having a crazy time with my mates i would go to my room and stare out my window. His room was right opposite mine which made me so happy.I never told my mates about him because i knew they would hate him but even if they do find out i would be really quite cool with it because after all ihs my choice.
Him i wanted, only him.
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