Fun fact, actually really, really sad fact, there's some Spanish in here. Its translated but like, if your native language isn't Spanish ...I'm sorry? Because like in other stories it goes how the author wants it to go, and most of the time they apply their lifestyles to the stories, and for me, well I'm like "I'm nothing like that" or "I don't speak or dress like that" , and it just kills the whole scenario and imagination. Like the author is supposed to do all of the imagining by default so you just read. But if there is anything that isn't apart of your lifestyle, just like, "imagine" it out. For example, not to be disrespectful in any way of course, some readers don't have moms or despise their mom or- like everyone has their own story behind that. And that's it. You can read the story now.
Time: 6:03 A.M
Weather: Grey skies, cloudy ⛅️ slight chance of rain, humidity.
Mood: Hyped up
"First day of school..."
"Wait... ferreal?"
"NAHHHH *laughs* More like first day of High school dumbo..."
"Wait... I was just an 8th grader almost 3 months ago-"
"EOWWWWW..."
"I BETTER see Cristina there..."
YOU ARE READING
Could we be more then friends?
FanfictionIt's freshman year. Two freshies meet and their friendship escalates to what seemed like a .+*bomb love story*+. Chronological order baybee.
