I wake up to... Damn. He is hot. With platinum blonde hair and striking blue eyes, I'm surprised he doesn't have a girl hovering over his shoulder. Why. Why. Why. Did I have to be wearing this stupid white gown and have a tube stuffed down my throat. Today of all days I don't have a hair brush sitting their mocking me. Although it wouldn't do me any good. What with my dull brown hair and plain brown eyes. I could never in a million years get a guy like that date a girl like me.
Josten
Damn. She is hot. With her beautiful blonde-brown hair and her fierce dark eyes. Her hair is pushed to one side revealing her neck. It is taking every ounce of self control I have to not go over there and kiss her neck.
Damn Jost, you couldn't have put some cologne on this morning?
Apparently not.
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The life of a teen
أدب المراهقينIt's basically my life. Except I'm not here I'm in the lab but my brain is in... Well who the hell knows? He does.
