it was the second time someone had shoved her into a locker, the fourth time she bumped into a wall, and the fifth time her stuff "magically" flew out of her hands.
all in a matter of 6 hours and 45 minutes.
but who was counting?
she shook her hair in front of her face, wishing for the ground to swallow her up whole.
but she remembered the book on top of Ms. Yorkshire's desk.
her steps hurried hastily.
"ms. harrington, for the last time, please stop reading in my class."
she brought her head down in shame.
"i'll give it back to you for now, but next time, i will not hesitate to give you lunch detention."
she walked out, and dispersed into the crowd.
invisible.
when then she tripped.
"are you okay?"
she nearly fainted.
acknowledged.
she was acknowledged.
someone cared.
she looked into the eyes of... and then she was lost.
lost in a place where she never wanted to be found.
the warmth of the brown eyes...suddenly turned icy.
she pushed herself up and away.
and she walked until she was distanced.
distanced from everyone, because she was scared.
she was scared of what she felt when she looked into his eyes.
she could never do that again.
she would not let herself break.
because last time, it started with the warmth.
and then it was gone.
cold.
frozen.
<-><-><->
their names will be introduced soon.
so please try to bear with the he and she's.
because even sooner...a they will be born.
<3
YOU ARE READING
Written Guitars
Kurzgeschichten"these written guitars can only speak for a love too powerful for life". a girl with words meets a boy with music. they created love together.
