She rambled on excitedly with a big goofy smile on her face. By then, I had forgotten what she was even talking about; I was just enjoying her being happy. Then she looked over at me and bit her lip.
"Sorry," she said with a nervous laugh. "You probably don't care."
"I care," I said as I smiled at her.
"Are you sure?" she asked.
"I care now, and I always will. I don't know who told you differently, but what you say matters."
Someone in her past made her think that no one cared about the things that made her happy, and that's why she's only a part of her former self.
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Excerpts From Books that I'll Never Write
Teen FictionJust a book full of wanna-be stories :) except if you skip to 101 or 102 it's just me complaining because I'm a mess and no one reads this. it basically sucks. The feeling explode on excerpt #102, I strongly suggest starting there.
