Mason
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I'm so dumb
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I noticed one key thing when I saw my mystery girl. Her shoes. She always wore converse, no matter if they were red, white, or black.
"Why do y-you always wear converse?" I asked on the bus ride home.
"Cause they look good with my outfit." She laughed, still not moving her hand from her mouth. When she stopped laughing she inhaled and smiled.
"In all seriousness, I feel like they have a different story then sneakers. They've been around fifty years, don't they ever just wanna give up? There colors are so bright ya know?" She shrugged and looked at me. I put my hand on her shoulder.
"Hey, it's ok! I like that." She slowly smiled and then laughed.
"You didn't stutter!" She clapped her hands together. She was right. I didn't stutter. For the first time ever I said a clear, easy to understand sentence.
The bus doors opened on her stopped and she climbed out.
"Bye Mason," She smirked and walked off. I smiled, sighed and fell back in my seat. I was calm for one moment before I heard a pericing scream. My mystery girl. That was her scream.
"Hey!" I yelled at the bus driver, "Stop!"
"Sorry kid, I have a tight schedule." Was his simple response. I ran back to my seat and collapsed in tears.
YOU ARE READING
Converse Girl
Romance"She looked up slowly and we made eye contact. Those blue eyes. Those pale pink lips. Her long brown hair. Her name was Owen."
