It Started With A Hello

It Started With A Hello

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Rush, rush, rush. That's all it ever is nowadays. Some people rush to make it to work on time, others to school. Anyhow, everybody is always in the largest of rushes. Nobody ever bothers to stop by and say one mere word that could make your life spiral into whole other one. Nobody ever dares to utter one simple and symbolic word that could intertwine two fates together, forever. Nobody has the decency to. Everybody is caught too far up into their own lives to notice others buzzing with life around them. Maybe this is the fault in us humans. We're far too selfish. Always snatching times and opportunities for ourselves, stranding others with nothing. Get ready, get set and go. That's the way it's always been, ever since you were born. Although, maybe, some people do have the time to sacrifice for others. This is a story about what happens when you put others before yourselves. Behold, Leah Wilson's life. Strap on your seatbelt and hold on tight, because this is going to be one hell of a ride. Oh, and don't forget a box of tissues. You're going to need them.
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A story, in which a typical teenage girl falls for the school's bad boy. Except, she's not that typical and he's not that much of a bad boy. *** "If I told you that I care about you, more than anyone in your life does, would you believe me?" He asked me, his jaw clenched. I could tell he was furious. Yet somehow, I wasn't scared of him. "No" I shook my head bravely. "If I told you,'' He tried again, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath before continuing.''That you make me so fucking mad, I want to punch a fucking wall. What would you say?" He had me trapped now, my back painfully colliding with the wall behind me. I gasped at the impact, looking up into his icy grey eyes. They were cold, emotionless. As always. "Do it!" I dared him with the last ounce of courage I had left in me. The sound of his fist smashing through the wall right next to my head, made my ears ring for a brief moment. I opened my mouth to speak again, shaking slightly, only for him to pull away and leave me standing there alone. ____ !!Warning!! This story contains strong language, mature scenes, alcohol and drug consumption, and sensitive topics like - eating disorders, bullying, mental health, etc. ___ HIGHEST RANKINGS: 1st in #ed, 1st in #badboysgirl, 8th in #victim, 9th in #rehabilitation, 13th in #youngadult

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