Dear Marshall,
God I just melt thinking about you.Gah! I'm so stupid your not gay I know that.But your so hot!! You say your unattractive but I think your perfect.
I was walking to my new high school.{I had moved to your school because my parents were found out again.We moved here to California from Las Vegas.}I accidentally bumped into you and fell backwards right on my behind. You had turned back at me and said "Hey watch it-Oh my god I'm so sorry!Here let me help you up!"In your soft yet raspy voice that was so quite but I could hear it perfectly.You grabbed both my shaky hands in your soft ones and pulled me up and close to where my face was inches from yours.There was no space between our bodies.I could feel your heart beat."Damn fags! Ha!" A boy who's name I later learned was Rei yelled."Ya well at least i don't have a girls name like you!"You yelled back."Hey so you look new.Are you a tiny freshman?"You told me never letting go of my hands."I-I...I'm in 12th g-grade..."I stuttered out my face feeling hot.I looked you straight in the eyes.Your cheeks got a shade of dusty pink. "I am deeply sorry for assuming that your just-" I cut you off"Sh-Short I know...h-hey d-do you mind showing m-me around t-t-today?" I barely managed to say."Of course I will!".
After that we made our way inside the school.I saw so many girls staring you down.They also looked at me and 3 girls whistled in my direction.I had very fine clothes on and I looked sort of like a porcelain doll.I was a rich kid after all.So why did my parents move to this broke down town you ask marshie? Well because they were hiding from the authorities. Not even a second later a girl came up to me and pushed my arm into her chest."Hey you hoe leave the kid alone it's his first day" you said flipping the girl off.She walked away with a scoff but tucked a piece of paper in my flannel pocket.We both guessed it was that whores number.
You took me to the office and I got my schedule.Turns out even if I didn't bump into you this morning you were gonna show me around either way.
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Dear _______,
Teen FictionBleh I deleted my last story sorry.I got tired of it. By this story is gonna be about a little boy (an oc of mine and I mean he's 17) who tells the story of his life and what he's been through.He writes Dear _____, because he usually writes dear dad...