I followed him all day and he still had no idea who i am. All of our classes were the same, even the electives. His pathway was art just like mine something i remember we used to do together, paint. Why didn't he remember me? I asked myself when i was headed to lunch. It was crazy in the cafeteria and i didnt know where to seat. There were ao many cliques and groups that i just choose to eat alone in the bathroom. As i headed out the cafeteria Oliver called my bame "Starla wait up." "Umm.. yess???" I asked curiously, "Do you need a place to sit? If you want you can sit with me and some of my art friends." "Uh... umm sure I guess if that is okay." "Of course i want you to eat with us." Oliver said with a wink. My heart started to pound in my chest then i begin to remember that day.
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Starla
Teen FictionStarla lost everything and she has been in and out of foster systems. She remembers a teen boy who she shared everything with and a romantic year but he doesnt remember her. Will he ever remember? Why doesnt he know who she is?
