My name is Ava. Ava Miller. I used to be a typical, ordinary 7th grade girl. I have light brown hair with a lot of volume and dark brown eyes. Then, I met a girl. I didn't know anything about her.
She had light brown bushy hair, beautiful big brown doe eyes. I thought she was beautiful and kind of looked like me.
"No" I thought. I must be imagining it. We met at my school. Well, not really. I was on a field trip at a museum with my class. She was at the museum with her parents.
I was behind the rest of my class. Physically, of course. I am mentally ahead of all of them. In easier words, I am much smarter than them.
Which is odd, because I have the top grade in my class, and it can't be genetic because my older sister has one of the worst grades in the year yet, is so popular.
Sometimes, I wonder how we're even related. Well, anyway, she had started talking to me. I didn't even think she was in my class. "Hello." She said. "My name is Jean".
Hi guys, sorry for such a short chapter. I was just kinda bored and wanted to write something. If you like the story, please comment or review!
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The Story of Ava Miller
RomanceShe thought she was ordinary. That was, up until she met someone. This mysterious girl she met was familiar... Why?
