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40. Chalked Letters resulting in ❝P R O M ?❞

can u not continue to rate my story R wattpad pls and thanks

embracing da ghey with this new cover aye 

i actually intended for this chapter to be short lol oops sorry

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Pov: Kellin. 

I sighed a hamper of chilly wind while pulling my grey hood over the consecutive strands of my smooth hair. Yeah, I know, smooth hair. I don't like to brag [ Who am I kidding? I totally do ] but some would say my hair, is the smoothest, softest hair of the land.

The land of crummy old high school, with chip wrappers tumbling through the wind, and youngsters sucking eachother's faces off by the oval, and drug inspired rap wannabe's blowing dark clouds of smoke into the air as they clamp cigarettes between their mitten coated fingers.

But still a land, nonetheless.   

The coldness of today's weather triumphed today, sending everybody who happened to wear shorts, dresses, or skirts into shivering disarrays. Fortunately for me, skinny jean's were the only pieces of clothing, apart from cardigans and tee shirts, I ever happened to wear.  

As my feet continued to move along the crowded ambiance of Mission Bay, through the horde of teenagers, complete boredom looked as though it was going to induce my mind, simply because I had no one to hang out with. Well, I did have people to hang out with. Any of these helpless teenager's would fall into a ship wreck of shock and hysteria if I asked that question every single person in this court yard probably wants to hear. 

"Hey there! Can I hang with you guys?"

Ha! Insert laughing emotion here. --> 
That would never happen. Really, they shouldn't hold their breath. 
Or, perhaps they should. Because then, they would surely die, and I would find that funny. 

Okay, Kellin, this is the time you turn your common bitchiness down. It has reached it's peak. 

Pov: Christofer. 

The puff of smoke leaving the airport of my tongue with a dark, ash shaded departure, I stare at the boy in front of me with red locks of straight hair, clearly done in the effort of a flat iron.

Poor, unfortunate, appearance-ridden dude of Mission Bay High, he's probably so tangled up in the chasm of other's acceptance of his looks, that he woke up three hours early this morning to make that mop of straight strands happen.

I feel like, if this were a story book, this boy would be one of the minor character's who make an appearance merely once, not swaying a single purpose or anything to do with the story, just simply there, in the utter boredom of the writer.

I myself, however, would on the dime of most likely, play a character who appears a couple of times throughout the clutter of pages. Possibly in the 27th chapter, and again in the 39th or 40th chapter. And perhaps once again in the very last chapter. The epilogue, in another phrase.