Chap.1 The actual beginning

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Y/N  P.O.V

My vision was a blur. The cold winter breeze wished through my Y/H/L, Y/H/C hair. Tears fell down the my warm skin, then continued to leak into the sides of my mouth. Its taste was salty and bitter, then the memory flooded back into my mind causing mental pain and misery. 

Why? Why do people treat me like that?  

The thought fluttered through my mind. I had only started university ( or college if you're in America) about a week ago and was already be bullied. I thought moving and graduating high school would actually change my social life for the better, but I guess I was wrong. I was still my awkward self. Ugly. Worthless. A waste of space. Just like they all say. Obviously not paying, my body slammed against a rock solid figure. I could barley see due to me crying only a few moments before. I assumed it was a lamp post since it seemed thin, black and tall.

" Oh, I'm terribly sorry are you ok?  A voice spoke in concern

"You can talk!?" I stammered to my feet in disbelief. 

How was a lamp post talking to me? I must be hallucinating.

I reassured myself, with a nod. I wiped the puddles of tears from my eyes, as the voice spoke again.

" Of course I can speak I'm a human being."

My face flustered in embarrassment as I replied.   "Oh I'm truly sorry about that, I clearing couldn't see where I was going and you kinda looked like a lamp post. I'm also super clumsy, so it wouldn't be a surprise if i did,"

His laugh filled the winter air as he spoke. " Well thanks for comparing me to a lamp post,"  

I giggled at his sarcastic yet charming voice. I immediately felt my heart beat a twitch faster.

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Hey guys, should i do my chapters longer or shorter? Comment your thoughts on my first EVER story. Also I don't really have a schedule yet, so my updates will be jumbled.

Kk Bye!  

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