Hey," I said. "Yes?" he raised his eyebrows but formally greeted me. "No-nothing. I just wanted to know if you could help with a question-on." 'Mia?! You can do this. Don't stutter. Don't let him affect you.' I scolded myself. "Um, sure." It was all he replied. His face held a neutral expression. I don't know why he was like this. Normally, guys would be all drooling for me. Well, not normally but recently this has been the case. But this guy didn't even seem to care. He didn't have any smile on his face. I didn't matter for him. But he did. So I simply blurted out quickly, "friends?" "Um, okay. Friends." now he smiled. Oh god! I couldn't help but smile back. *** The story is about a 15-year-old girl, Amelia Dalton, better known as Mia, who is just a normal yet weird teenager, learning to accept the changes around her. She tries to stay away from trouble, but fate seems to make her responsible for every trouble. Midsts of the struggles of her existing life, another new misery enters her life, that is love. Amelia is in love with him. Who is him? Is all this real, or is her mind playing games? No! it seems to be too real to be false!! Let's See what happens! P.S: A story full of surprises. Read to find out!l [The story still needs some good editing though. So please bear with me.]

Let me tell you how my life has become. Its a life of a girl who has a lot of money. She gets anything she lays her eyes on. Except for one thing. Except for love. Except him. Love cannot be bought no matter how rich you are. You have to be blessed for that. And I think its the only thing God didn't bless me with. 'I wish I would have never been in love with you... I wish I didn't feel at all. You ruined my life. Why did you do this to me? why?!' Have you ever been in love? What did you do to prove your love? I did. Everything. Somehow love is the most beautiful feeling, even if it causes pain with every step you take. And as usual, it wasn't in my control when I fell in love with him... What if I say it's not my story? Yes, I am the storyteller. But the story is his. Mine. Ours. But not in a way you are possibly thinking. I hate him. But I love him even more. I tried to forget him. But now I know, it's not going to help. Right now, I m here, smiling to myself. At this moment, I am just thinking. How wonderful those memories of him are. But I don't know, how to express them. how to say everything all over again when they are the worst yet best moments of your life? Well to know that you have to read the story. But remember, IT'S NOT MY STORY.... PS: A lot of stories merged into a single one because every living soul has their own story to say. (This is the first draft so kindly pardon me for the mistakes. It still needs a lot of editing to perfect itself.)