I hate walking.
Walking is completely stupid. I mean, all you do is shuffle your legs a little and pick your feet up somehow.
It's stupid. I shuffle through the snow, avoiding contact with any strangers. Yeah, I don't like being touched by other people. I guess it has to deal with being a human punching bag for fourteen years.
I watch as my breathe clouds up in front of me and pretend to smoke. Yeah, I'm immature, but let's see you be cooped up in pure hell for years, I'm sure you would be doing what I'm doing. Fast-paced footsteps follow me and I turn around seeing no one.
I shrug it off and continue walking. The footsteps continue behind me and I turn around so fast I surprise the stalker, who is surprisingly hot. But, what surprises me most–wow I say surprise alot–is his eyes. They are a pure gold, and it's what he said next makes me want to pounce on him, yet smack him for being a crazy person.
He said and I laugh at the thought,
Mine.
(sorry for the short chapter. see that sexy person on the side? guess whose the crazy golden eyed boy? he's my husband m'kay? m'kay.)
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Eve (ON HOLD)
Novela JuvenilThis story is about a girl. A girl raised in an abusive home, where she learned how to use her words. A girl who learned how to stand up for herself. A girl who learned how to be free. A girl who learned how to love again. A girl with an extraordi...
