As the days flew so did I, happiness coursing through my minuscule body and showing through my teeth as I wandered down the colorful halls of my high school. Mark liked me and I liked him, what more could I ask for, a pony?!
However, the amount of happiness couldn't suffocate the lingering feeling of being smothered, held down and chained up. I shook my head hastily, trying to forget the factor of independence.
My mind chased me, causing me to loose myself and soon I was staring down the door of my next class. With a deep breath and a happy smile I ventured on in. There he was, sitting in the very front of the class with his friends like always. 'Oh no,' I thought, hiding my face with my jacket, 'he saw me...'
A beautiful toothy smile flashed my way and my mouth forced an upward curve. I slowed to Taylor, Taylor was an interesting character, long black hair and chocolate brown eyes made up her features and she always was able to make me laugh in the darkest of days.
"Hey friend," She smiled, gesturing my to my seat, "sooo... One week anniversary. Why didn't you go talk to him?"
A disgusted reaction crossed my face, "What, are we three? A one week anniversary? You're so cheesy, Taylor."
"Hey, same goes." She muttered, "anyways, what's wrong with you." My teeth gritted at that comment, was it a sin to stop talking about your boyfriend for three seconds without something being wrong? You dumbass, something is wrong. It's your fault you're feeling this way, you shouldn't feel this way you should love him.
"Nothing, Taylor I'm genuinely fine." I mumbled softly.
"OKAY CLASS! GET OUT YOUR VOCAB BOOKS AND BEGIN STUDYING!"
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"Dearth," I muttered, "disinterest;lack" huh, just like me, right?
My head flipped over to Mark, of course, a worried face was plastered across his face as he stared in my direction mouthing the words, 'did I do something wrong?' My eyes widened quickly as I wildly shook my head. Of course he didn't do anything all he's done is be kind toward me... But maybe that was the problem... Maybe sugar is only sweet until you get too much... Maybe I had gotten too much.
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FanfictionI guess this story starts like every other story, I'm me. I have plenty of flaws holding me back from perfection. My brown hair reaches only to my mid- back as small ringlets form at the end. I lay on my bed, and stare at the ceiling, eventually si...
