I started thinking to myself I'd die alone.
I. I. I. That's all it ever was until I met you. You were the glue that held me together for years.
But the truth.. the truth..thats what set me free.
This is our story...
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I looked around the classroom. My best friend Brandon, with his usual smile upon his freckled face, whispered to me about the upcoming mobile video game. "Laser Raid". The school bell had rang, the halls had flooded with excitement and chatter from the excursions and converted smiles between students.
"Mrs. Crooked?" Brandon asked, still leering over his math paper work from yesterday. "When are we getting that new student?". He smiled and I perched my eyes into the absence and focus of the rooms.
A lot of my friends had left me behind.
I laughed, and ignored my pain.
Trying to wait for mrs.crooked response. "Good Question, Why Don't you ask mrs.Doris?"
Mrs.Doris was a nicely dressed, laid back, sweet old lady, who loved me and favored me.
Mrs.Doris pulled out her schedule and spoke up to match silence revolving around the entire class.
"Today". A small knock on the door rang out through out my ears, and then I saw her.
"Class, please welcome heather" requested mrs.crooked.
"H-Hello, I'm lance". I got up from my desk and she sat down beside me. Smiling. Her eyes surveyed me up and down.
"Brandon, "nice to meet you". "Nice to meet you too".
Although Brandon has kind of a sloppy appearance to him, his bleach blonde hair and slightly thinned British accent, give him an advantage with the ladies.
My gothic black hairstyle, and wrist bands make some girls scared.
I scooted over a little bit" starting to hate myself for trying too hard.
When the bell rang. She rushed off to the next class, moving as fast as a cheetah, with her attractive skinny legs.
"I think I'm in love with an angel" I muttered.
"What?" Brandon queried.
"Oh, nothing" I watch her speed off, with sparkles In my eyes.
Little did I know what was to come the next day....
- Louis Cunnington.
