Tuesday, May 4th, 1993
So his name was Brian.
So you heard me?
Yes. Yes I did.
Stalker.
I'm not a stalker.
You could be. Who knows?
I do. I'm not a stalker.
"O-kay then." She said sarcastically before heading down the hall to the library. When she made it, the smell of old paper and dust wafted to her nose. She sighed before walking to a table and sitting down.
"Hey," She looks behind her and jumps at the sight of Brian.
"Hi," She says nervously.
"I saw you at the movie theatre."
"I saw you too." She answers, gulping.
"What were your thoughts on the movie?"
"It was good." She said, "Not as good at the first but still good."
"I agree, it could've been better." He looks down at the ground and sighs. "Well, it was nice talking to you."
"Nice talking to you too." He turns to walk away. "Um, ya know how my mom was really sick?" He nods. "And I kinda pushed you away?" He nods again. "I'm sorry about that." He nods.
"It's okay."
"And uh, she didn't survive." She chokes back a sob and wipes her face. He doesn't look at her. He just nods.
"I know,"
"You heard." She states. He nods again.
"Everyone knows." He then walks out of the library, leaving Carolina in tears.
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Short Story[ Book 1 in the Anonymous Series ] It all started when Carolina got a sticky note in her locker from a boy named Anonymous. | | highest ranking in short story: 8/14/16 #286 | | "It was a good book, a good read." - My mom Copyright © indications-
