A story in which two teens take the same train every Thursday.

❝ he'd never like a girl like me. a sad girl. ❞ / COMPLETED / lowercase intended! all rights reserved. © karla 2015

Three years. Three years I’d made it through this hell hole unnoticed. I thought I could stay under the radar for the rest of junior year, but of course something, or someone, more specifically, had to come screw it up. I mean, it’s not like it was on purpose, but it threw all my three years of hard work down the drain. I worked so hard to stay unnoticed, unknown, and it worked pretty well. And even through the public humiliation of 'The Spaghetti Incident', I don't regret it for a second. It might've caused me temporary humiliation, but that's how I met Michael. And I wouldn't trade that day for the world.

"Stop doing this!" Michael yelled. "Stop what?!" Brooklyn yelled back. "Stop pushing away people that are trying to help you." "I didn't ask for help now did I?" "I didn't ask to fall in love with you, but guess what? That happened."

"We are all secretly broken in some way darling." - "I wish he was gone." "I wish she was here."

"Have you ever considered for like a second," I rolled my eyes at him immediately, "let me finish. Just a second, to try something your little uptight friends would disapprove of." I thought about it. "Obviously, I can't recall anything I have ever tried. Not a fair proposition." I sighed. This amnesia shit was beyond frustrating. "Even better. Think of anything. Something you've seen on a movie, read in a book, saw on MTV. Go wild." I smirked. I was going to do just that. "I don't remember ever getting high in the parking lot of a pizza place, then going inside to eat a shit ton of pizza." I smiled at the music video I still remember ogling at when I was ten, wanting desperately to be a teenager. "You got it." he started the car, and another unpredictable night began. In the midst of regaining her memory and getting her life back to where it was, everything gets twisted, to say the least- all thanks to one boy.

[COMPLETED] "What frustrates you the most?" Mr. Brown asked. No one replied as he looked at the board. "Emmy." He spoke my name harshly. "My playstation doesn't work." I answered. It was the first thing popping up in my mind. Then the black-red haired guy locked eyes with me and gave a light nod. - I had no idea how much that short nod would change my sophomore year. And maybe that was good. My name is Emmy and I fell for Michael Clifford. Really hard. ~ all rights to pizzaboyluke ~

Repression Noun 1. The act of repressing or the state of being repressed. 2. Psychology: The unconscious exclusion of painful impulses, desires, or fears from the conscious mind.

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