I stepped up to the front door and waved goodbye to Stacey.
As I placed my hand on the doorknob, I noticed that it was unlocked.
I sucked in a breath and slowly opened the door.
I stepped inside and locked it from behind me.
"Thank you for the lunch, dear."
"It's no problem at all Judie," A male voice replied warmly.
I briskly walked to the kitchen to see who it was.
It was a guy who looked like he was in my grade.
He was wearing Abercrombie black washed jeans and a red flannel over a white t-shirt.
His hair was dark brown and tousled; he had a small black streak in his hair, one of the things that stuck out to me the most.
"Um, who the hell are you?"
The boy laughed lightly at me.
"Let me introduce myself. My name is Benjamin Valentine. Your father has told me a lot about you. It's a pleasure to meet you."
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The Girl Who Couldn't Speak ✓
Short StoryMama told me that I was a beautiful girl when I was little. Mama said that I had the prettiest tan skin, soft wavy black hair, and the most enchanting emerald eyes. She always called me her bundle of joy. Then she got very sad when she told me that...
