He walked up to me. I must have looked so stupid. My books on the floor and my papers sprawled out on the ground as I frantically shoved them into my bag. He didn't run away, though. He even helped me.
I convinced myself he is a nice guy. He helped me. What more could I ask for in a wretched place like this highschool, where all the girls are dying to rip out my throat and all the boys hell bent on getting between my legs? Except for him.
He is the exception. And I will cherish it.
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Short Story{Highest Rank: #891 in Poetry and #75 in Suicidal} "Why weren't you there when I needed you?" My happiness, my heart is all hanging on a thread. The depression is crushing me. It is suffocating me. I don't want to die yet. "Because we aren't meant t...
