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"Your life can end at any time, and it can end more than once. But it can also begin more than once."
~Michael R. French, The Reconstruction of Wilson Ryder

It's my first day, senior year. I'm wearing dark denim jeans and my favourite black hoodie. My makeup consists of cheap mascara and lip gloss. My hairs has been tied up into a basic ponytail, which doesn't stop the curls from dangling wildly down my back.

After getting my time table, a school map and locker details I exit the office and try and make my way around the school. I have no idea where I am anymore and all of the halls look the same. Then 'bang!' I hit something solid and fall to the floor.
"Ouch my butt" I Yelp as I hit the floor.
"Fuck did I really just say that."

"Yeah you did." Says a male voice, who is obviously trying not to laugh. I look up and am faced with the most beautiful face I have ever seen. He's looking down at me with, his mouth twitching up at both ends forming a smirk. His eyes are brown, but not a boring brown, they are a dark colour with some lighter patches that look almost gold. I could look into these eyes forever-
"You gonna take my hand or what beautiful" he says.
And I quickly realise I've been gawking at him like a maniac, oh crap how embarrassing. I quickly take his hand and as soon as I get off of the ground I quickly run off.
I can't believe I did that. Now everyone who saw will think I'm a freak.

Soon enough I find my locker, it's right next to one of the music rooms. Which is perfect because since I stopped playing an instrument, I now enjoy listening to others.

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⏰ Last updated: Jul 27, 2016 ⏰

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