Falling

Chapter 1

Everyone has problems, right? My problem is feeling too deeply, feeling everything too deeply. Funny thing is, I have a switch. I can turn off all of my feelings just like that, when everything gets too hard, I shut down. 

I wake up every single morning with the mentality that the only person I need is, myself. One morning, that changed. Who would have known that the person I didn't even know existed would make my world go upside down. I, Elizabeth Golden, fell for a boy and here's my story. 

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I walked into school as I would every day, faking a smile to people I knew wouldn't matter in a couple of years. Occasionally I would wave to teachers who thought they have impacted my life in some way, shape or form. Then there's that awkward eye contact with my ex-boyfriends, if you could even consider them that. Being the clumsy person that I am, I bumped into this 6'1 tower. Well not really tower, but hey I'm only 5'4. 

"Sorry!! Sorry!!" I mindlessly blurted out. My specialty of avoiding every single human confrontation caused me to scurry away, without looking at the person who would change my life forever. 

I walked into English with absolutely no energy to deal with the she-devil aka my teacher. I walked to my desk and put my head down, continuing to ignore the world until I felt a tap on my shoulder. I look up to see Ryder Adams. Wait, what does he want with me? We don't even know each other. 

"Yes?" I asked with no interest whatsoever.

"You bumped into just five minutes ago, tiny. I didn't know we were in the same class?" wait what, did he just call me tiny?

"Yeah. Sorry? I guess." I don't know why he cares so much... 

"You're forgiven, grumpy-pants," he said, oh-so casually. 

Class started, therefore I began to drown out her voice but I couldn’t help thinking about Ryder. He never cared so much to even glance in my direction, not that I ever noticed him either but why now?

“Wow, isn’t she such a bitch?” I heard a whisper in my ear, turning to see it was Ryder.

“Oh yeah, I know. She is the devil himself. I struggle so hard with English but she makes it even worse,” I whisper back, since when did he sit next to me?

“Well, you’re in luck, tiny. I happen to have basically a perfect score in this class. I’ll tutor you, free of charge even though you did basically break my ribs by crashing into me this morning,” he offered proudly, I could feel the confidence radiating off of him.

“Hmm, I’ll think about it. How do I know you aren’t some psychopath who is actually trying to sell my kidneys?” I voice my thoughts out loud, all I heard was chuckling. But I was completely serious though, so why is he laughing?

“Listen tiny, here’s my number. Text me or call me whenever you need my help,” he said as he scribbled down his number on my doodling notebook, I mean English notebook. All I did was nod, how lame.

I went all day replaying that moment in English. Why the sudden interest in me? The girl who is emotionally damaged, who feels too damn much. Why me?

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Hey guys! I'm sorry if this is sucky, but I promise it'll get better! Well, one could hope right? Haha, see ya next time!

-Mishh xoxo