His eyes. They were just.. Wow.. Brown, but not dark brown, more like hazel, but dark hazel. He had swoopy, dirty blonde hair.
Damn.
Swoopy hair immediately attracted me.
He was quiet, like me. Maybe even quieter, if that was even possible.
He stood at the chair opposite the one I was about to sit at, at the back of the room. I sat down, then he did. We both put our head in one of our hands. I don't even think he knew I existed. Yeah, I knew I was opposite him, but still...
I tapped my fingers on the table to a tune that I always seem to make up and forget about. I couldn't stop moving. I changed positions like every 2 minutes.
I wasn't really happy, I was depressed and had agoraphobia. I also had anxiety. Not great. I was like a time-bomb, I had some time, then I would explode. I hadn't exploded yet though. I lived off daydreams and music.
I imagined that he lived off music too.
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That night was a night where younger kids could look around and decide if they wanted to come to the school.
I was helping in geography. I was with 2 of my friends, we showed a family around and explained stuff and answered their questions.
We got to the music rooms. He was there, playing the guitar with one of his friends. (Did I mention that I like to play drums- well I do) He was good. I had to ignore him though. It was okay because I was physically invisible.
AYY! Hi you twats (jokes) I have a sexy chapter here YAY. So he showed up and is good at the guitar. WHAT WILL HAPPEN NEXT?
Stay street stay alive |-/
-L
