There was the sound of chalk and the soft creaking of paper. I put my pencil down and stared at the board. The teacher was at the front and wrote something that we should write down. I took a deep breath, stretched out my fingers and concentrated on my work again. The door was slowly opened and everyone's attention went to it. Even the teacher stopped writing and turned his eyes towards the door.
And there she stood. Like a shining angel in a black dress with her long brown hair and her hazel brown eyes.
She was mezmerizing and had everyone's looks on her, but she didn't care. Her eyes looked right into mine and her feet started walking towards me. She gave me a huge smile and stucked out her hand. Without even hesitating, I grapped her and stood up. I started to run while holding her hand and I didn't even waste a thought about staying there. I only run.~to be continued
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Don't leave me to die
Short Story"I do not think I'm easy to define. I have a wandering mind. And I'm not anything that you think I am." A slightly different story of a girl.