Falling For You

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Don't you guys love how Drew's chapters conveniently interrupt. I swear I'm not even doing it on purpose. 

Also guys I legit thought that his eyes were brown/hazel. They're actually green, I feel dumb. In the story they will continue being hazel though. 

Also it's another longer chapter, be proud. 

Okay now please continue reading. 

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Andrew 

As good best friends should, Harley and I always have each other's backs. I'd say Ally does too but that's a lie 'cause she has a tendency to be late to everything. I'm joking guys. 

With Harley by my side it feels like I can take on the world. Her bold bravery and courage shadows over mine, hiding the fact that she's actually the strong one. 

For some pathetic reason sometimes in elementary school kids would call my beautiful blue eye'd best friend some not-so-beautiful names. Kids have their stupid moments. 

(9 years old) 

Excited, Harley and I race outside while Ally is boring and just walks. 

It's recess. Weirdo. 

Letting Harley beat me to the play structure I laugh along with her. At our normal monkey bar spot there's a group of rowdy grade eight boys though. Harley slows her run to a stop turning to face me questioningly. 

"Where do you want to go instead?" By now Ally has caught up to us. Still casually strolling. 

I spot the little wooden house you can climb on which is vacant. "How about there?" 

Both my friends nod their heads and go towards where I was pointing. The only thing is that we'd have to pass by the loud obnoxious boys. 

Knowing that they'd pick on Harley, Ally and I act as a defence with Harley farthest away on the left. We try to remain as normal as possible keeping our heads down. Just when I'm about to let out my breath one of them speaks up. 

"Hey guys do you see that ugly girl there?" The one who spoke shoves a few of his friends for attention. I'm surprised none of them fell off the bars. 

They snicker once they see who he's talking about. "Which one?"

"The one with the weird eyes obviously." 

When I see liquid forming in Harley's usually bright eyes I stop walking. 

"Her eyes are not weird." I turn around a say to them as bravely as I can. 

One of them hops down and towers over me. Almost all the boys in my grade are taller than me though. 

"You only think that because you're her friend. Nobody has weird eyes like that. They're so glassy and marble looking," his group of buddies behind him start laughing noisily; even going as far as chanting 'marble eyes'. 

"Stop!" I yell as courageously as I can.

"What?" He asks mockingly stalking closer to me. "You're stupid to think that you can take me." Before I can protest his arms shoot out and send me flying backwards. The first thing I feel is the hard plastic slide hit my back, and the second is the flaming pain in my wrist. 

Luckily I'm able to hold in my tears even though I can't seem to move my hand. The deafening shrill of a whistle interrupts and a teacher comes running angrily. They only use the whistle in serious cases.