I remember the day when I first saw her. I walked into the gymnasium and there she sat. Even among the midst of the other kids on the bleachers, she always stood out. Her auburn hair cascading down her shoulders. And those bangs, those wonderfully unique bangs swept across her porcelain forehead, from her cliché scene phase.
She was everything I wasn't at the time. She was loud and bold, whereas I was quiet and reserved. She dyed her hair beautiful shades of maroon. If I listened hard enough over the sounds of the school, I would catch her humming a sweet tune softly to herself.
Often times, I caught myself turning my gaze on her. I didn't know why
Soon, days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months. I had not the courage, nor the understanding of why I always admired her from afar. In all truth, she was as intimidating as she was beautiful. She was the perfect storm, and I was merely a dreamer.
I'd not known I would grow to love her, because we were both of the same sex. But nobody can stop me now.
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Somebody that I Used To Know
Teen FictionShe was there. She was drowning, in a pool of pain. Her eyes were bloodshot and dull, her cheeks were tearstained; her seemingly frail body gave off nervous twitches. She was unfamiliar, she was more hurt than ever. Slowly, I tugged her sleeves up...
