Aysha pov
It started out as the same old day nothing out of the ordinary. Since the beginning of 6th grade me and the preps had fallen into a pattern at lunch the teased me for being so short, during free time the handed me sharp objects and told me to kill myself, yep same pattern as ever until one day when a mysterious boy showed up and changed things for me that year and ever since then its just never been the same. I woke up that morning and pulled on some blue skinny jeans with my doctor who shirt I grabbed a random beanie from my closet to cover the mess of auburn hair that had been slightly brushed but not very much since I was already late to school. When I arrived at Mrs. Keiths class she had immedietly yelled at me for my tardiness so I apologized and turned to go to my seat in the back to find some strange boy there, instead of talking like I usually do I just sat down in the spot next to him and continued working on my drawings when I looked up for a brief moment I caught him staring at me I quickly looked down trying to cover the blush I had felt rise on my cheeks. I turned and dropped my pencil and as I bent down to pick it up I realized he had taken my notebook and was looking at my sketchings of the class I made a quick grab for it and missed since he was holding it over my head. I hated being short but most of all what I hated was when my sleeve fell back right as he looked at my arm he looked dead serious when he looked at me saying nothing but staring at me so intensly that it was enough to make me wilt like a flower in the desert sun. I was suddenly scared of him I quickly pulled my sleeve down and turned away, I flinched when I heard the thud of my notebook landing on my desk. When it was time to go I didn't even check to see if I had all of my things I picked up what was on my desk and stuffed it into my bag.
