i stared blankly at the canvas, wondering what to paint. My thoughts and emotions clouded my creativity, so i carried on just staring. Why did i do it, i thought, why did i have to let loose.
It was lunch and i sat in the canteen with my friends, Erin and Steve. The two were talking in hush tone, probably about me. I awkwardly just ate my pasta, ignoring their stares.
Finally Steve said something to me. "Listen, Liam, we're worried about you." My eyes shot up from my pesto.
"What are you on about?" I asked quietly. This is where Erin came in.
"You're hardly eating, you never come out with us anymore, you even don't reply to us on snapchat."
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Short Storyi'm the friend of this account and when i steal her phone i randomly start writing this story and i have no idea what's going on
