The image above is Erin
Erin's POV
Wanna know what sucks? Not having friends, I'm so lonely. I've been here for three months and I have yet to make one friend. I should be paying attention to my a lit teacher, well, I'm to busy thinking about my oh, so amazing social life. I'm interrupted from my thoughts when I heard my name. "Hmm?" I look up and see my teacher waiting impatiently. "I asked you to share what you've written to the class, come to the front and read it, state your name before you read it." I grab my paper and walk to the front. "Okay, so I'm Erin, and well this is what I wrote." I look down at my paper and start reading, "The person who has made the biggest impact on my life would have to be my sister, Natalia. My sister sadly passed away a couple years ago in a car accident, and she made a huge impact on my life because of how she listened. My mom and dad are always at work, meaning I never really have anyone to talk to, she was that person. She helped me through everything, no matter what it was. I know she's in a better place and I am too, and that's all because of her. I am who I am today because of her." I look up, not many of the students were paying attention. There was however a boy with dark brown hair and tannish skin who looked pretty interested, he was literally the only person who paid attention to the whole thing.
After class I went to my locker and grabbed my geography textbook and folder, I hate geography. I close my locker and begin walking to class, I got stopped by bumping into something. Or someone. I look up and see the boy who was paying attention to me in lit. "Sorry, I wasn't paying attention." Maybe he's a nice guy, I could make a new friend. I doubt he'll even really want to talk to me though. "I-It's all good. You're Erin?" He remembered my name, that's a first. "Yeah, that's me." He seems nice, so far. "W-Well, I'm Dylan. We have all classes together I think." I think for a moment. "Yeah, we do. Oh, and it's nice to meet you." He smiles, for some reason. "Wanna walk to class together?" I nod a bit. We walk to class and sit next to each other, we don't have assigned seats, thank god. "So, if you don't mind me asking. Why are you so quiet?" I shrug. "I don't really have a reason, I just never have anyone to talk to. I don't exactly have many friends." He stays quiet for a moment. "Well, now you have a friend." He smiles at me. He seems to not be as shy as he was when we first talked. "Really?" He nods, the smile still on his face. I take a good look at him, he's really cute. He's wearing dark blue jeans with an over sized hoodie and he had a beanie on. I look away so it doesn't look like I was checking him out, I was just not in that kind of way. "Yeah." His smile soon fades and he lies his head on his desk. Is he okay?
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Don't Die, My Love
Teen FictionDylan Evans is pretty much a normal seventeen year old boy, but he has to deal with something. At the age of sixteen Dylan was diagnosed with Chronic Lymphocytic Leukemia. He has to the deal with the symptoms, medication, and of course chemotherapy...