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chapter 1- where it started

My names Kiara and here's my story, or should i say... our story.
I lay there ,still, with no movement. Thoughts raced round and round in my mind in a constant loop as i dreaded another day of everything. I mean think about it. All we do is wake up, put effort into looking pretty and handsome all for what? sitting somewhat patiently in a class full of teens confused and hurt by heartbreak or betrayal or maybe even that one death in that one show that makes you act up every single time you watch it. Then after wasting hours of our life learning the same things on repeat until it's engraved into our minds with no room left to think,no room left to dream about that fantasy you once wished would come true. Although ,now i am quite certain that "dream" of wanting to be a writer, an artist, a model, or whatever else i want to be will definitely not come true if i am waiting around for the teacher to pick up their marker and place the blunt,split tip on the board for my next assignment.

Now ,school was dreadful until that day he turned up. "Who's he?" you may ask. Well let me tell you.
His chestnut brown hair gracefully flew up and down as he strode down the halls, whilst his legs coordinated one after the other until he reached his destination. His locker. It was a plain grey and dull looking door with a metal lock on the side just like every other one. He had a brown leather satchel in which contained his essentials like:
revision guides, notebooks, a pencil case and his food of course.
He carefully placed each item inside his bag into his locker and stacked the books slowly on top of each other until there was no space left to breathe or to more anything around. He sure did seem very prepared for his first day. I know i wasn't.

The ringing of the bell created a buzzing sensation in my ear causing me to come back to earth and get into my next class. Math. What a drag. I gathered the needed items out of my very own locker and hugged them tightly as i made my way to room 11. I rummaged through my stack of books and realised i forgot the one i actually needed. I huffed and swung my body around,but whilst doing that i accidentally crashed into someone,Fun fact about me: I'm insanely clumsy,My books flung out of my arms and onto the hard white,red and blue gum ball patterned floor. They went down making a "bang!" sound, which must've hurt. I struck down onto the ground to pick them up, but i was blocked by the cause of my blunder. He knelt down onto one knee and insisted on helping me. I looked up as his eyes met mine, his gorgeous green orbs looked upon me as i stared in awe. They had the most charming and intricate pattern embedded into them. He had a perfect gap between his dark, thick eyebrows and his tiny button nose. It was him. It felt as if i was dreaming. Again.