Grayson's Perspective
When I first saw her, I thought, who is she. Her dirty blonde hair bounced as she walked in. She wasn't smiling, she had no face expression. She was just there. She was pretty, really pretty. Beside of her was Willow. Willow and I went way back. I met her in 3rd grade. It was first day of school ever. For the first 4 years of my life, since I was 4, I was home schooled by my mother. My father also helped, but most of the time he was busy.
When I walked into school, Willow was one the first people I had met. I was in the hall, and there she was coming out of the bathroom. She was happy, it was all around her face. When she saw me, I waved, I waved like I knew her all my life, when really I didn't. She stopped and looked confused. What did I do. She started walking again really fast and didn't look at me since then. She was the first person I ever met in that school, and she already hated me.
Willow Hated Me
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It's always just us
Teen FictionMeet a group of kids, Willow, Jenevieve, Gwen,Geal, Skylar, and Grayson. These group of kids have always been together, and nomatter what they tell themselves, they will always be glued together somehow. Jenevieve and Grayson have been writing their...
