It was
pure
torture
when she
was at school.
I hated
when she
wasn't there.
When I couldn't
see her
freckled cheeks.
Her
bright
hazel eyes.
Her
dark hair
that was
so close
to touching
her waist.
Like I said,
I hated it
when she
wasn't there.
I didn't
like
to
be
alone.
YOU ARE READING
The Chronicles of Us
Teen FictionLena is starting over. A new house, a new school, a new life. Little does she know that by starting over she realizes that she can do something no one else can. And she can also see someone no one else can.
