A Bit of an Issue.

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I guess I remember. Kind of. I was stuck. I know that this issue is something that almost everyone goes through, but I was in 7th grade. A 7th grader shouldn't have to deal with things like this. But of course, me being almost as mentally developed as a high schooler, I had to. And there he was. His messed up hair, and his devilish smirk that made me feel faint every time I saw, and his eyes, oh his eyes! The endless hazel framed eyes that held so much mystery, I loved it. But there was an issue. There was another. The heartthrob of the school. His dark chestnut skin, and jet black hair that needed no treatment to make him look like a movie star. His eyes that just made everything seem less sinister and evil, I couldn't break him, I didn't need to, he opened up if I simply asked. One I wanted more than anything. The other I didn't dare break unless I wanted to feel guilt the whole year. I had to choose. But I just couldn't, so I ran.

Writers note: who do think these mysterious people are? What should their names be? Find out in PART TWO!!!!

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