Kylas POV
"This is my home now." I said to my self. For now my subconscious reminded me annoyingly.
I put my hoodie on, pulling the hood up while typing my Converse up. "Dad, I'm going to the shop." I said, saying it to an empty house. Of course it is an empty house, he is working. He always is. Always is.
I stroll down to the corner shop, hoping to find some chocolate. I need to get used to my surroundings, since I'm living here. Not for long.
I'm gonna punch my self conscious in the face. That means I'll be punching myself in the face. Ughh, shut up brain.
My body collides with someone elses and I stumble and trip but being the clever person I am, don't fall flat on my face.
I look up and say "Dude!" I see see blue eyes and blonde hair and a English accent. " Oh my god, I'm so sorry, love."
Love.
Ugh.
"Yeah." i said, not going to apologize. "I'm so sorry." he repeated. I gave him a smile because I felt sorry for him. His snapback was placed backwards as he walked past me. I walked past, looking back.
Just a boy.
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This is meh first chapterrrr, i dont know if I should continue?
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RUNAWAY *Charlie Lenehan*
Fiksi PenggemarShe was the Runaway. She never stayed in one place for too long. Would that all stop for one naive boy?
