Confessions- One shots

A couple of one shot stories of teen fiction. Its what we all usually dream or think about.
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He grinned and waved at me while walking back to his friends. I did a small shy wave back and took a deep breath.
Oh God! I am so stupid and shy around him. Why can't I be like the other girls of our college? What must he think of me when I stuttered and mumbled?
I look up and saw him playing football again with his friends, with a delightful grin on his tanned face.
I went through my drawings and stooped at the one he was tracing with his hands. It was a girl, hugging her knees and her wings rotten or broken. I remember, I made this when my twin died. And yes he was correct about one thing, that all my sketches do signify something and that is; depression.
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That was just a small part of one of the shots.
I hope you enjoy them. I do take suggestions and I definitely will try to make them into a part and publish it. Thanks!