It was a Friday. Just a normal day, breezy, but warm. He asked her for a date, a picnic. But little did she know he was using her as a hiding place. She thought he loved her. He kept saying things like , " I'm sorry for this." And repeating that over and over. She wondered to herself , 'is this really happening?'
She thought it was true love. But he saw it as an escape. She found that out when two big, buff guys asked to talk to him privately. She sat there, texting her best friend on the top of a hill. After they were done talking, he came back crying. He didn't explain, he just kissed her. He liked her, but he knew something bad was about to happen.
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There's No Such Thing As Too Young
Teen FictionHi. My name is Hannah Coalson. I wrote this because it felt like a relationship I had even though nobody was hurt. So enjoy reading this. I made this for Emma Keppe:)
