The minute I entered my school, I rushed to see Dina and told her about our 'conversation'.
"His name is Jacob!" I exclaimed, and felt like achieved something amazing. She squealed and I squealed.
"What did he say?" She exclaimed. I blushed.
"That's it. That's all we spoke about." I responded and after a moment of silence, Dina broke into a fit of laughter. She laughed too long for my liking, and it slightly soured my otherwise uppity mood.
"You call that a conversation??"
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The Consequences of Chance Meetings
Short StoryThey first met at a bus stop, completely by accident. The few stolen glances slowly snowballed into brief conversations which slowly bloomed into something more. They never were supposed to fall for one another, but that boy somehow melted her ice w...
