Atlas Young was the quiet student who sat in the back of class, but preferably beside the window. Atlas Young was the oldest sibling of his home of which he just wished to be alone and away from. Atlas Young kept notebooks and anthologies of tall shelves of his room -- some for reading and others he would take with him to the bench. Atlas Young was the black sheep of his family, his grandfather his only confidant. Atlas Young was the student who just wished nothing but to escape his misery, so he would just write. Meet Skye Abraham. The kind, quiet, gorgeous, and mysterious girl from the city nearby. Atlas knows he can't love anyone but he can't keep himself away, but Skye has walls of her own. Late night meetings and unspoken desires, maybe they are becoming illusive.
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Illusive
Teen FictionThe stars twinkled as the moonlight shone upon us as we stared at the sky. "People just don't understand," I thought aloud as I laid on the blanket next to my blue-eyed beauty. Well, not necessarily mine but you get it. "How so do you mean?" She whi...
