"Hey have you got gum?" Darren, a kid I sat next to, asked. I shook my head and went back to gazing at Marchel-the-perfect. Mr Masan was droning on about triangles or some shit like that. It's amazing how someone's voice can be so.... Boring. I hastily pretended to care about maths as Marchel turned around. "Hey Luce," Wait me? Was he talking to me? I could feel my stomach tighten. "Uhh.. Hey Marchel," I squeaked. I internally cringed at my, now apparently, Micky Mouse voice. "What's the time?" He asked. Is it possible that him not knowing the time made him more attractive? I fumbled for my phone. Why is my bag so messy? I thought. I had put off cleaning it out for months now. Oh how I regretted that. I made a mental note to be more organised from now on. I could here my voice shake when I told him the time. "You OK?" Marchel asked.
"What yeah fine!" I said a little bit to loudly.
I know this was kinda short but I promise the story will start to move along more quickly soon. I've been planning a few scenes and something big is going to happen soon so stick around!
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Darkness
RomanceFear. It runs our lives. Fear of crowds, fear of rejection, fear of the dark... It's not so much concurring your fears, it's learning to live with them.
