"Hazel!" I hear a deep voice.
Tensed.
I look up.
With a wide grin,
Ronan sits next to me on the desk.
It's study hall.
What in the world is he doing here?
And why did he call me Hazel?
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Please don't love me
PoetryJulia is afraid to be judged. The fear of the pain she would feel comes to overtake her mind. She has become distant to her peers and family. College is her main goal, she never looks back. Even after leaving Ronan.
