She was the type of the girl people wrote poems about but for Lincoln, she was the type of the girl he lit cigarettes for. The girl, lost in her world, never failed to notice the blue hoodie boy who stared at her as if she was an art piece.
For Lincoln, watching her was like a mantra that could make his day as bright as the sun.
For her, Lincoln was just another boy in her school while she was too busy staring at the popular boy with perfect hair and a slick car.
What goes around never comes back around.
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Ashes {100 word Stories}
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