The Outcast

Chapter 1

Where I lived was quite serene.

There was nothing much to see. Although there was this one house that always caught my eyes.

It was really ancient but I liked it. I also liked who lived in it.

The immaculate Charles Rosewood.

The boy next door.

There were many rumors about the mysterious Charles but I didn't pay any mind. I was intrigued by his weirdness.

Charles was about six feet in height. He had dark brown curly hair that always looked wet for some reason. Charles had blue, green eyes and pink lips. The ideal ax murderer. My over thinking subconscious adds. The hell is wrong with her. I push that thought to the back of my head. 

As I make my way out of my home I couldn't help but look over to Charles'. He too was on his way out.

I couldn't take my eyes away from the captivating sight which was Charles of course.

"Watch it bitch," a hit on the head from a sandwich forced me to tear my eyes away from him.

These kids are so annoying.

I wanted to curse them out so badly but I also wanted to look mature in front of Charles. Charles Charles. Shut the fuck up would you. Yep there goes my badgering subconscious again.

Oh yeah. I'm Agnes Woodford by the way.

#guysthiswasmyfirst.