At school i weaved through the kids. I got pushed into a locker from a jock
"Stay outta my way loser" he walked on. I sighed and grabbed my books when someone helped me. I looked up slowly to see Amy,i dropped all of my books again from suprisement and from embarrassment of my shyness.
"Your suppose to hold the books..." she said and put them in a nice pile. "You okay?...you hit the locker pretty hard" she picked up the books and got up.
"Im fine....dont worry about me" i reached over to grab the books but she shook her head
"Im gonna make sure nobody will hurt you again" Amy got up and walked to my class which was across from hers. The bell rung but she stayed out from the door "don't let them bring you down" she handed me the books and went to her class.
I looked at the books and smiled a little from what she just said.
One day they'll beg me to be their friend
One day.
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The Wallflower
De TodoWallflower wall-flow-er [wawl-flou-er] 1. any person that remains on or has been forced to the sidelines of life. 2. a person who has no one to love,or feels shy/awkward,or excluded in life. "he's a wallflower...he see things keeps quiet about them...
