Being the new girl sucks. As I'm walking the halls of my new school, I despise how truly screwed I feel. I've not only lost my dad, but I lost my house, my friends, everything. Why should I be okay? That's like asking me to be honest. Honesty is brutal to me. It is my death... it is my fear. It is what defines me. I am a lie. That is something I know. It is what leads me to believe that I am not worthy of what I have. What I want. What I need.
A boy crashes into my back pack and sends me sprawling to the floor. I yelp at impact, afraid. Thoughts flow through my mind, but I push them away as the boy reaches his hand down to pick me up.
"Are you okay? I am so sorry! I am... new here." He is tall, clearly embarrassed, built with muscle, and he is African. His voice rings with an accent. I love it. He lifts me up slowly, pulling me into him. He looks up and down my body, shyly smiling when he notices me watching. He looks down, embarrassed. I laugh.
"I am new too! And don't worry, it's fine." I smile at him, and look in his eyes. They are green, like the colour of a pine tree. I want to stare into them forever. They are just so... fascinating. I break away my stare and look at his arms.
"So," I ask, "what is your name?" He looks shocked by the question, but he looks at me and mumbles his name quietly.
"Antonio." It's so soft I barely hear it. The name flows so easily. I whisper it in my mind, hearing the ring of it in my head. I don't even hear him ask my name, but I tell him anyways.
"I'm Sloane."
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Before The Now
Teen FictionAntonio is a new kid. He is African, and he has a smooth accent. Sloane is a new kid too. She is short, but she is more attracted to Antonio than a moth to the light. But that changes in the now. In the now, she is no longer alive. Antonio is suff...
