Words mean something

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I hid in the slide then put my hood on. I looked down at my hands and looked at scars and blood covering my-use to be- pink,red palms. Too much pain to go back,too much sadness floating in the air,the look of stressfulness on everyone's faces,it hurts to go back to a family who isn't a family.

"Excuse me?"

I snapped out of my thoughts and looked at a guy with black curly hair.

"I saw you running,is everything alright?"

" Yes I'm fine. Thank you for asking." I replied.

"Are you sure? Do you need anything?"

" No,just some time alone that's all."

He nodded his head then walked away. I crossed my legs and looked out into the distance.

"I'm really sorry to bother you,but do you need someone to talk to?"

" You don't wanna hear my horror stories."

"Yes,I really would like to."

" Why are you so interested?"

"We may have things in common. I'm Jalen by the way."

I nodded my head.

"The name's Aaliyah."

" It's nice to meet you Aaliyah,so let's hear those horror stories."

"I'm not going to tell you anything."

" What?....Why?

" I don't know you,you could be a serial killer."

Jalen smiled.

" I assure you I'm not a serial killer."

" Who are you then?"

" I'm glad you asked. I'm Jalen Johnson ,the dreamer who dreamed of being a traveler/writer. What about yourself?"

I sighed.

" I'm Aaliyah,the low self-esteem ,ugly,horrible girl who doesn't have dreams. *mumbles* probably doesn't even believe in dreams."

" Whoa,bring the negativity level down. You're very beautiful."

" No I'm not. "

Jalen sighed.

" You wanna go somewhere?"

" Like where?"

Jalen smiled again.

" Some place fun."

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