Kyle is a well loved person. And he's sick of it. From getting his locker flooded with love notes, to a huggy ex-girlfriend, he doesn't even want to look at the word 'love' anymore.
....Until, he meets someone who doesn't.
"You shouldn't be talking to me," a girl, balancing on the fence quipped at me, her white dress flowing in the afternoon wind. "The higher ups won't be glad that I'm talking to a regular human."
"Regular human?" I ask, actually sort of hurt. I don't know why, but somehow, she seemed better than me. Better than anyone.
"Are you lost? Maybe I can help you get arou--"
"So, how much do you know about this world?"
She's getting on my nerves a little.
"Did you know that over 95% of the world is a little bit more than ignorant?"
I thought back to Iris, and my best friend once more.
"Do you know what happiness is?"
"You're not giving me time to reply!" I remark, my arms crossed.
...She was different. And I'm not sure if I liked her or not.