Owen
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I don't know what Love is anymore.
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I got off the bus that day almost stumbling over my own feet because I was stuck on the idea of mason. His ombré green/blue/hazel eyes, and ug that hair! I was snapped back into reality when I felt a hand grip my shoulder tightly. I shrieked, thinking I was being kidnapped. In reality it was just my father. My angry father. Within his tight grip I was flung onto the couch.
"Give me your phone," he hissed.
"And why would I do that?" I said, forgetting who I was talking too.
"Because I'm your father and you will listen to me!" He grabbed it out of my hands in force, and went to my grades. His eyes scanned down the phone, and stopped at Science and Math.
"Dad, look, I'm getting better! It was a C - last week!"
"But does that make a B- any better!?" He threw my phone against the wall and thank goodness it didn't break.
"No but it's an improvement!" I yelled in response. He daggers into my eyes.
"A By the end of the week or cheer is gone forever." I froze. I ran upstairs and slammed the door, flopping down on my bed. I put my face in a pillow and screamed. Who could I talk to about this? I have no one. I'm alone in a world full of people. I got up from my bed, my eyes watering. I pulled out a piece of paper and wrote something.
Dear Mason,
I love you. A lot.
Love,
Owen
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."
