Sweet Creature - G.D. (On hold/ under rewrite)

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(Writing the rest of this in 3rd POV because I'm much better at it.)

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The next day, Grayson walked into school feeling different, in a good way that is. Sure, he was still the quiet, innocent boy who liked to keep to himself, but there was a small, small part of him that changed.

After his encounter with McKenna the day before, he had a tiny boost of confidence knowing that someone other than Ethan took the time to speak to him and spend time with him. Never in a million years did he think a girl as beautiful and kindhearted as McKenna would talk to him, but she did.

He wanted to thank her for being so kind; he wanted to get to know her more. Grayson wanted to become her friend, discover all the special little things about McKenna, like what her favorite food was or what she liked to do on the weekends. This was all that Grayson now wished for.

Except, there was one problem. And what may it be? The answer is simple: Grayson was scared. He was never the greatest at talking to new people, and when he did he usually forgot what he wanted to say because he was so scared. Yet, he was determined to thank McKenna, and kindle a possible friendship, so he thought of a new way to tell her the words he wanted her to hear.

In fact, what Grayson did was quite beautiful, and so, so pure.

McKenna walked into school the next day, chatting with her friends as they laughed at a story being told. She radiated happiness, her smile being shown as she laughed. And little did she know, Grayson stood from afar, admiring her beauty.

Once McKenna got to her locker, she said goodbye to her friends, and got ready for class. After putting in the combination, she opened the locker door, and when she did something fell out. Confused, she bent down to see what it it was, and picked up a neatly folded piece of paper. In delicate, unrecognizable handwriting, read her name.

She looked around to make sure none of her friends were around, then unfolded the paper, and began to read what was inside. Her heart fluttered when she read the first few words, and smiled.

Sweet, kindhearted girl,
You have a soul like none other.
Your personality radiates love and kindness.
You don't judge, belittle, or put yourself higher than anyone else.
You're filled with humbleness and love, and you accept those around you.
The smile on your lips and the melodious sound of your laughter instantly lights up dull a room.

Sweet, kindhearted girl,
You were different than the rest.
You didn't judge me, nor did you ignore me because I was different.
No, instead, you accepted me and my flaws, who I am, everything about me.
When everyone else laughed, you didn't.
You spoke to me when no one else did.
You helped me when I was at my worst.

We are nothing but mere acquaintances at the moment, but I know there's something special about you.
There's something inside you different from the rest.

And although I couldn't find the words to say to tell you this in person, I hope you accept my way of communication.
Maybe one day I'll push the fears aside and tell you this in person, but as for now, I hope this does the job.

As I end this, I wish to tell you one thing:
Thank you.
Thank you for being who you are.

Sweet, kindhearted girl,
You are a sweet, sweet creature.