Nothing good ever comes from boredom. It's how I ended up hiding in the bushes across the street from me, at a boy's house. Maybe I should not have snuck into his room and stole one of his baseball caps. Why did I do that? 'Cause I was bored, and I thought it would be funny. It's not so funny though when you get caught. "So your name is?" He asks. Damn it, damn it, damn it, I am so screwed. "Uhmmm....." I cleverly reply. "That's an interesting name. So what's your real name, and why are you wearing my hat?" he asks. "My name is Stevie, and I was bored so I snuck into your room." "You know, if you wanted to get in bed with me you could have just asked." "No thanks, I'm already screwed enough by my life." "So..... are you gonna give me back my hat?" "Maybe..... I don't know though, you're kind of being a jerk." "You're the one who stole my hat!" "Yeah but....... ok you're right I was the jerk first." "Ok well... could you leave?" "Sure, bye!" I didn't even give him his hat back. And that's how this story starts. My story.
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All The Hanging Stars
Teen FictionStevie is an odd duck. Not literally a duck, she's a girl. But she's not girly at all. She's kind of sort of really boyish. It seems really cliche but it's true that she does indeed fall in love with the boy who moves across the street from her. But...
