The Last Time we were Friends

The Last Time we were Friends

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WpMetadataReadContenu pour adultesEn cours d'écriture<5 mins
WpMetadataNoticeDernière publication sam., déc. 16, 2017
Have you ever been betrayed? Have your friends been talking behind your back? Well this is a book full of that bullshit. Coal, an Eighteen year old who's having trouble with his life. His friends aren't including him as a part of their group, he's been failing at school and last but not least 2 of his best friends started backstabbing him. Of course because of this he became very anxious and cold. One day though, He meets a girl with a personality the opposite of his, But even so she seems to like him enough to keep bothering him. Let's follow their adventures and see if this girl can break Coal's unbreakable shell and show him that there might still be people out there willing to be friends with him(this is gonna be a cellphone novel. I got inspired by Mystifying Creature.( great writer check her out) who got inspired by someone else so please give them credit)
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As I walk into the school, he spots me and immediately starts talking to me. I brush past him, ignoring him, but today is definitely not my lucky day... He grabs my arm firmly, stopping me, and turns me to face him. The pain on my face contorts his expression. "What's wrong, Emma? Lost your voice, lizard?" I don't look at him; my head is hung low once again. "When I'm talking, you need to look at me!" he shouts, lifting my chin so I have to meet his gaze. I look at him, but it's not with innocence; it's with anger. "Oh, look, Emma's angry, everyone!" he mocks. "Just leave me alone," I say, meeting his eyes as I pull my arm free from his grip and walk away. He stares at me, shocked, as do all the kids around us, not expecting what I just did.

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