School was on its way,all the other kids were probably picking out outfits and pencil cases. Me and Annie were just praying that we would get in a good classroom with kids who understand...
A few days later,Annie's parents came and picked her up. I felt so close to her during the summertime that I felt like we were sisters. Me and Annie's all-time favorite hobby,was probably mid-night texting. We would talk about all sorts of boring junk that we could find...
Later that night,Annie texted me. We were in the same classes! We had made our choices for the custom classes the same and somehow managed to pull it off. A foreign name caught my eye as I was reading the class list Annie had sent me: Marie Dimmernail. I have never heard or seen this girl,Annie told me that she hadn't either. Our faith was to be together with her,as we soon found out...
We sat down in our desks, which were surprisingly next to Marie's. She looked like a young French lady with her white porcelain skin,big hazel eyes and light chestnut colored hair,which had a slight curl to it. She gave us a shy smile,then quickly turned away. Some of the more popular girls glared at us. Was this it? Have we finally found some affection in all the hate we got from these high school kids? It seemed so!
Although Annie and I were best friends,we decided to hang out with Marie,too. She was so sweet and kind,almost TOO sweet to imagine...
We were feeling guilty to get suspicious,yet I couldn't help it,I just somehow could not trust her...
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Foreign To This World
Non-FictionHow does it feel to be a foreigner? Nobody knows better than Lilac. She has an unpredictably active mind,yet no words have came out of her mouth ever since she was born. Will she finally pour out the years of emotions inside of her?
