Just another girl

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Dominos' pov: 

This place is so beautiful...I've never seen anything like it...If there's anything I want to do in my life it's being here all day long,sipping my coffee and reading my favorite novel.
Which is Harry Potter by the way. 

All the different shades of blue and green around me took my breath away. 
I just stood there in awe of the mystery that each tree beheld.
The silence of the sea.
The waves crashing my foot like giving me soft kisses.
I was too engrossed in this and didn't realize that someone had  walked up to me until my hand was held.It was so gentle and so familiar that I forgot to freak out.
I turned to look around and met the most beautiful pair of eyes that matched the colour of the sea.

I didn't ask who he was.  I knew he was so familiar. I saw his lips moving.
He was trying to say something.
But  I could not hear him.
Was he a merman whose voice was taken away by an evil witch?
No, I heard something else..

Trinnggggggggg. Ah shucks. A dream.  Again.
No wonder he was familiar.  I've been seeing that guy in my dreams for ages now. 
Same guy. Same pretty place. 
Each time ends before he can speak a word.

Well, back to reality now. I look at the damn clock which spoiled everything.Gosh I'm late.  
Alright I'll skip the breakfast.  I can't afford to stand in front of the entire class being questioned as to why I m late. 
That gives spotlight. I hate. 

I quickly changed my clothes into a grey sweater and blue jeans, tied my hair in a bun, ran down to the kitchen.

"Mommmyyyy, I'm late. I'm late. I'm late. I hate being late. It's all because of that stupid dream. Oh no.  No breakfast? 
I got to run. I'll grab something from the canteen. "

"Doms calm down. I'll drive u today. And I packed it already. It's on the table. "

Yes I know. She's just the best.

In a few minutes we were down the road. I asked her if she didn't have to go to work today.  She just nodded a no.

"Did he say his name this time?  " She was smirking.  I just rolled my eyes.
She smiled at me. I couldn't stop myself from smiling back.

The bell rang the minute I stepped out of the car.I rushed to my classroom just in time. Phew that was close. Middle row.  Away from the nerdy front benchers and the bullying back benchers. 
Ha. Perfect spot. 
I don't really belong to either category.

The class was quite peaceful other than the time when Shirly started crying because she scored low in the surprise test.

It was time for lunch. Yay. Yes I'm a foodie and I'm proud to be one. I took my food and walked to the usual spot.

I saw some girls staring at me. I don't know what it is about me.  My hair?  It's tied up in a bun. My clothes. Hardly eye catching. My boots?  No wait, old school canvas shoes. Definitely not. 
So then why are they all staring at this invisible piece of existence?

I finished processing this all up and suddenly turned around. Bumped into caleb. "Oh hey sorry" I mumbled and quickly walked away.  He called after me. 
"I've been following you for quite a while now,  shouting your name. Well, you seemed too engrossed."

Duh. I was busy analysing why the girls were throwing daggers at me. Hola. Here is the answer staring at my face.

Caleb. 

He's not a celebrity in school.  But is quite popular because of his cool tattoos and awesome looks. I mean, he doesn't even have to try. He is a piece of art.
Also, he doesn't give a damn about those annoying queen bees who are all over him all the time. 

That's him.  Why is he following me?  
Did he have a secret crush on me? 

"You dropped your phone down the hall. Here it is."
*Thanks"I muttered. So much for the crush.
"Keep up on your Facebook posts. They are cool.  "

He smiled and then waved a bye.  I realized I wasn't moving a muscle. I felt a force pushing me down. My best friend. Aggy.  We have been buddies for 10 years now.

"What was that? " She squealed into my ears. I just pushed her off.
" Nothing I was just being my clumsy self again Aggy. "

" Come on let's eat" I pulled her over to our usual spot.

This is me. Doms. Shy, socially awkward, friendly and religious teenager.

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