I whipped my head around quickly, as if I had seen a ghost. For all I knew at the time, he could have been a ghost. Spoiler: he wasn't.
I almost wanted to run out of my own house. I stayed though, only to see what was going on. I hadn't been in the presence of a hot guy my age in quite a while. I believe the last time was when I was 15.
Blah blah blah. I'm bad at telling stories. I just need to get to the point.
"Willow, I know what you want to know and I, I don't want to scare you. Please don't be frightened. I'm different, okay? So are you, so just hear me out," he muttered slowly inching towards me.
"What the hell? How do you even know my name? Why are you... what do you mean you're 'different'? Why am I even asking these? GET OUT!" I yelled shakily. My voice had stuttered a bit and in the dark room, he almost looked like he was glowing.
Quicker than I could blink, I felt a strong and smooth hand cover my mouth and another hand wrapped around my waist. When I looked up, the boy wasn't there. I knew he was the person the hands were connected to. And I hated myself for thinking it, but I wanted to know what "different" meant.
Sadly, I did have an idea. Maybe I wasn't the only one that could do what I could do. I always remembered everything that has happened to me to the exact detail. It's not like I can memorize textbook pages, but I can memorize exactly what people say and details of everything else. I was almost positive that's what mystery-man was going to tell me.
I guess you could say that's what he told me. I don't remember much from then. Mostly just that I was overwhelmed by a bunch of words and I passed out, and when I woke up, I was in a weird new place with all my stuff in suitcases.
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HAHAHAHAHAHHA! Cliffhanger again! I'm so sorry for the short chapters, they will definitely be getting longer and a little less vague. I know they are pretty poorly written, but I think you'll like what's to come! Thanks for reading
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