When broken Dylan found out his love died from a tragic accident, he cried himself to sleep.
To wake up and find-
he was back to his 13-year-old self.
Back to the day she left him.
What does he do?
He's gonna find her, of course.
Bu...
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"Yo, dude I thought you already knew!" Bryan shouted. His red dyed hair flew in the wind, his brown eyes dull. He looked like someone you just wanted to hug.
My face was hidden under my hood as we stood in silence. She was dead.
School had ended and everyone had patted my back saying "6 years, I feel bad for ya." Or "It was love.. it was." Now the two friends were alone.
I remember staring at my hands. I had loved this girl until she had left in 7th grade. Everyone had forgotten her, except for Dylan the loser.
6 years I had been hoping I would hear from her again, just not like this.
"Dylan?" Bryan's voice was starting to get annoyed by my stubbornness.
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REWRITE: Edited
"Hey, Dylan!" Mia shouted gleefully, her voice splattered with fakeness. She was like the typical Queen Bee, blonde hair and blue eyes. Mountains of makeup, too much skin exposed, too desperate.
I forced myself to nod and smile. "Hey," it barely was audible, but it was good enough.
"Yo! Dylan!" Bryan (my best friend) shouted, his arm in the air waving. A smile — kind of, plastered onto his face. His brown hair with dyed red tips blew in the air, his brown eyes dull. He just looked like someone you wanted to hug forever. "You heard it?"
I raised my eyebrows. "Heard what?" I quickly paced to my locker, politely ignoring all the girls' greetings. I inserted the password and hissed when I realized I forgot my history book. "Ugh."
"So you heard it?" Bryan slowly came and leaned on the lockers, staring at me intently with his brown eyes.
Anger rose as I realized Mrs. Carson was going to yell the poop out of me. "Heard what?" my loud and venomous tone blocked the sound of the slamming locker.
Bryan's eyes looked down at his shoes. "Bro, I don't know how to say this."
