"I didn't say a word, I didn't know what kept me from speaking, perhaps it was the timing of his arrival, the fact that the lesson was nearly ending, and I couldn't speak, it would be polite to stay quiet, out of respect for the teacher. But I knew more than anything the real reason was because of the everlasting lump in my throat, the one I couldn't move since I saw him lying in the hospital bed."
-Gabrielle Marshal
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Teen FictionHe was leaning up against the wall of the bus stop, his muscular arm above his head, his jet black hair was messy as the wind scraped past it as well. "You're surprisingly good at avoiding people," He stated, the deepness of his voice shocked me;...
