A girl, A girl in a group of boys. A group of boys who had never seen a girl before, or at least they cant remember seeing one. She looks around at the cobblestone walls surrounding her. She's trapped except she doesn't feel like she is. She finds comfort in a few of the boys. Another girl appears, the last person. That's when the girl starts to feel trapped.
Not long after, a boy, blond hair and tall, jumped into the box and then froze as he looked at me.
"What, do you sleep with your eyes open?" I asked, receiving a confused look from the boy.
"It's a girl..."
"Yeah, no shit Sherlock."
This is an imagine of you and Thomas. Here you both are classmates. you're 15 and he is 16. he is the shy guy of the class and somehow he falls for you!