“I couldn’t understand it.
Yesterday she kissed me today she acts as if she hated me.
What happened? What did I do? Surely she wouldn’t act like this if I was a bad kisser?
No. She wouldn’t I know her better than that.”
I decided to follow her home, see if I could find out what was bothering her.
I felt really weird following her like this, then I saw a huge group of girls like 15 of them when they saw Keira they began chanting
“Keira Keira pathetic boy kisser! Keira’s so ugly she has to kiss a commoner!”
They started to throw rocks at her as she passed and I turned slowly away aware of what had made her angry and knowing that I couldn’t help, no I could only hurt her more. I didn’t go to school the next day I couldn’t bear to see her angry .I didn’t go the next day either.
