I heard a thud. I looked up to see someone sit across from me.
I had never seen him before. Taking one glance at him, I decided I wanted nothing to do with him.
His Raven black fringe fell into his eyes as he grinned at me sheepishly.
"Can I sit here?"
I did not have to even look at the table to know that it was empty. I am nothing but a shadow in this hell called "school". I wanted to say no, and perhaps act like a cool, stoic, anime character, but all that I managed to say was; "Sure"
He flashed me a smile before saying; "Thanks"
Why was he thanking me? Why was he sitting on a loner's table in the first place? Frankly, I didn't really care. Packing up the remains of my now empty tray, I stood up.
"No Problem" Was all I managed to say coldly before I exited the cafeteria, preparing myself for another few hours of feeling like a hostage.
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Inked Notes
General Fiction"She drew the lines of her world" "He made it colourful" "She saw the world for the way it was" "He saw the world for the way it could be" "She was a lost cause" "He was a dreamer" "She never thought she could smile again" "Until the day he met her"...
