CHAPTER 3:
Time passed quickly with Amanda. It was magical.
Magic. I called it the Magic. The Magic was butterflies in my stomach, adrenaline rushes, bouncing around like a 5 year old kid, giggling and babbling, innocently, without a care in the world. The Magic was that beautiful feeling of sheer, pure happiness.
Amanda was magical.
She was my favourite person in the world. I couldn't help but be happy around her. There was just something about her that never failed to put a smile on my face. I texted and called her all the time. I never stopped thinking about her, and I wasn't afraid to say so. I trusted her completely, and poured out my all
I always told her I loved her, but neither of us really understood it.
My mother would laugh whenever I told her about Amanda. I knew she liked Amanda because Amanda made me happy, and she made me like school. My mother had always been concerned about my friendships, and I knew it pleased her to hear about this friend I called my angel.
People used to say I was obsessed with her, that every word that came from my mouth was about her. I never had a problem with that. I was proud of my angel, I loved talking about her, and I wanted to tell the whole world that she was mine.
Uh, I... mean my...angel.
But to me, there was nothing wrong. Not at all.
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