I was staring at the same old view out of the same old window and watching the train load up of smart business men and women when he got on. 'He' is the mysterious boy with the curly hair who wears the same tracksuit top every single day.
I always wondered what he sounded like and if he was Australian too, for all I know he could be a posh British boy or from a complete different country. He's never once took a glance at me or anyone else on the train and it was some what captivating.
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a.n
this is just a little starter update. i will be updating regularly as i hate it when people take 10 million years to upload the next chapter.
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