Thirteen-years-old, Connor Wolfhard, a considerate and magnanimous teen, trying to cope with the enslaved power of a merciless creature. With the abidance of detest, deep-rooted for his contentious mother, and intricate in an explosive concocted sto...
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M A V E R I C K
The time of the twilight has returned. The beautiful soft winter breeze passed like a compassionate spirit over my neck.
I released a small breath, turning my gaze to the sky. Usually, I spend some quality time watching the sky secretly because it's calm and refreshing but in the distance, I could see it darkening a bit, along with the wind that was blowing quite fast at the time.
A pair of shoes appeared in the view. I forced my eyes to turn in the right direction to find a girl standing, who seemed to be around my age. Her brown eyes were filled with anger and tears, and her face was reflecting glower as she was staring at me until I decided to take action.
"Who the heck are you?" I scoffed.
I placed a cigarette in the corner of my mouth, my long fingers then searched the pockets of my leather brown jacket and finally emerged with a match.
"Do you really think you need to know?"
I stared at her for a moment to recognize her before I lit it up.
"Get lost."
Anger crawled up her neck as her hand attacked my shirt, grabbing its collar.
I raised my eyes at her, feeling the wrath filled through me. Dropping the cigarette on the ground, and stomping on it, I tried to jerk her arm off me.
"You bitch!" I snarled, slamming her on the sidewall. "Are you much stupid that you are seriously trying to provoke me?"
"I'm not scared of you." Those were her words.
"Not scared of me? I get it." I felt a quiet snicker slip between my lips. "Because I don't hit girls?" Skepticism was present in my voice.
"I don't care if you hit or don't hit girls but I have known one thing very clear is that I absolutely hit boys."
I saw her balled up a fist and took a look at it, wondering how to hit me. Before I knew it, she gazed with a fist in order to swing at me but helpfully, I dodged it.
I laughed, keeping a tight hold on her forearm. "Your actions are enough to remind me of you."
"Andriette," I called out her name and further added. "If I'm not mistaken."
"Screw you." She scowled in return, jerking her arm from my grip.
"I'll take that as a compliment." I let out a humorless laugh.
Andriette grit her teeth to remain silent, her face was extremely red with resentment, I even caught her knuckles started to turn white due to clenching fists too hard.
"You're heartless." Each letter of her word contained burning rage with hatred.
With a cruel sneer, my eyes narrowed as she continued to throw hatred on me.
