I got to her house and knocked on the front door. After a minute the door opened, I have mixed feelings about what is going to happen today, excited to see what she has in mind but at the same time nervous for the same reason. " So what are we going to do?" I asked her " we are going to be painting." she told me. "Oh, you paint?" "Yeah, but I am quite bad at it so please don't tease me about them." She said kindly with a hint of shyness in her voice. "I would like to see one of them and I will be the judge of that." she showed me a self-portrait of her and it was amazing, every feature was detailed and I wondered why she would say she was bad at painting. " Well, in my opinion, you are amazing at painting," I told her. "You're just saying that," she said blushing. "No, I'm not, I am saying that you should keep doing what you are doing and if anyone says you are bad, just remember what I told you and don't let them bring you down." "Thank you so much for complimenting my work Harry and I will remember what you told me." she said "I never met someone like you before Harry. So smart and cool I mean." She started to flirt now which I was fond of after that we painted and hung out a little bit more and then it was about 5:00 pm, the time I needed to leave to get home and think of an excuse to tell my mom and dad I was supposed to be home at 3. From that point on we started hanging out more and more.
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high school problems
Teen Fictiona 16-year-old boy goes through a lot of bad things throughout his first year of high school. can he get through high school or not?