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I rub my drowsy, tired eyes and let out
a long yawn. Twitter and Instagram stalking are harder than they seem. My eyelids are closing, but I open them once more and look at my clock. 12:30? Has an hour and a half really gone by that fast?
I was so immersed in my research that I barley kept track of time. I shut my laptop, stifling the glowing light. I fall back into my bed, and get myself comfortable under the covers. I try falling asleep, but I am restless. I keep tossing and turning with one thought on my mind.
That boy.
The one I saw that day in the cafeteria.
I'm frustrated, and I need to know who he is.
How come I don't recognize him? Surely I would have known those clear blue eyes when I saw them. And that hair. Thick, and golden, it was hard to miss, or forget for that matter.
I had looked at basically everyone's twitter page in the whole school. I couldn't find a match for the person inside my mind.
I would know him when I saw him.
Those blue iris' were plastered into my mind.
They wouldn't leave. And they won't leave until I find him.
You could ask why I am so determined to find him.
If I could give you a clear answer, I would but for now, I'll leave it at this:
Whoever that was left a mark on me, they left me wanting more. I can't describe it, but all I know is that I need to, and I will, find the identity of my mystery boy.
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Mystery
Jugendliteratur15 year old Brennah feels like nothing good ever happens in her dull, boring life. That is, until she encounters a mystery boy, who keeps her going on a hunt to find his identity. When she does, things go ways she would have never expected, and her...
