My name's Marcel. Nerd. Poet. Teenage Loser. You think you know the real me, but you don't. I wish you could see the true me, but no one has cared enough to. Until she came. All rights go to _smilelikeniall (myself). Everything is written by me. No copyright intended. Please do not claim my words and/ or ideas as yours. Do not repost my words without giving me credit. Thank you.

13th of sept. wasn't an ordinary day, but the most special one. His birthday usually started with some unwanted annoying Mid-Night wishes, where people compete to be first one. In the evening the house filled with some unknown guest to celebrate an over-Budget party. My boyfriend is happy, so was I. But my eyes found Harry standing alone like an ordinary person,outside at the balcony. when I came closer, and stand next to him, He shouted "just go from here winty" " You know Hatred can't erase Hatred only love can. You just need a hand, that can pull you from darkness into light. So just try to find that one and than your life became valuable on which you gave up Harry." as I finished saying, He kept on looking at me silently. I held his hand not in a ordinary way and was last in his arms. at least I can say that.

Sarah Johnson, a 17 year-old girl who has now moved to London with her mom because of her mom's promotion. Sarah gets to know almost everyone in this neighborhood except for that weird-hot guy that lived next door. He is known for being mysterious. And when they click together something stops him.. what is it?