"Oof", I yelp as I bump into something, more like someone. Looking up I see a mean, grown man, in about his 20's looking down at me with hard blue-steel eyes and a black suit.
"Better watch watch out where your going little girl", the mean, guy grumply replies.
"Hey I'm not little, I'm...this many", I say with five fingers up. I don't get a reply instead I'm met with another hard mean glare.
"Hey", I call out when I see him walking away.
"Hey come back here mister I'm talking to you", I say again when I see him ignoring me. As I continue to call many him several times, I start to cry.
"Mister...", I say in a weak voice. I could hear my voice cracking up . That's when I feel a tear drop from my eye, then another, then another, then another, and now I was full on sobbing.
"Wait...", as soon as he hears me he freezes. Slowly he turns around walks up to me slowly and kneels down so he was my height.
"Dio, odio quando piacciono le ragazzine come te", (God I hate when little girls like you cry), he mutters underneath his breath.
"What's your name", the guy asks me surprising me with a soft voice.
"I-I don't remember", I reply while wiping my eyes with my fist.
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Hey guys, that was a teaser of one of my undecided book called "Mister". Read my book to to find out what happens next, and to see other books like this. Anyways welcome to my series of undecided. You decide what book I make. I will list a series of book and you decide which story I finish. You will also decide the cast and the characters. For more information, please read the author's note.
~Babes
Completed, but under editing and rewriting. Situation and diction may change, but not the storyline or character.
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"W-when d-did t-they b-build a w-w all on t-the h-hallway?" I asked no one in particular. I rubbed my head with my eyes shut to ease the pain that shot through my head.
The sound of laughter made me freeze with my hand on my head. I opened my eyes, slowly.
Three handsome boys were staring at me. No, two of the boys were trying to stifle a smile while one of the boys was staring blankly at me. Rude much?
It seemed he was the one I hit and not a wall. Thanks Mary for stating the obvious.
I stared at his chest probably because he was taller than I am and I had to look up to meet his face. His abs were visible through the blue shirt he wore.
Staring at abs in this situation.
Oh God! I'm weird.
"First you get to be called a wall, interesting. And now, she is checking you out. It isn't fair. Why do you always get the beautiful ones?" One of the boys groaned.
I blushed.
I was checking a guy out. Wait, What? Did I just blush? Kill me!
"I- I m seery, I debt mean to hat you."
What did I just say? This couldn't get any worse.
The boys looked shocked even the mute handsome boy looked a little bit surprised.
Why did I keep calling him handsome?
"I-I'm s-sorry I h-hit you, I d-didn't mean to," that sounded better.
"Oh," one of the boys said.
Oh! Indeed.
I was expecting a reply, but the handsome boy in front of me refused to talk. Is he dumb or deaf?
"I am Tom. And I am not dumb nor deaf," he said and walked away.
I didn't say that aloud, did I? Guess I did.
"You did, baby girl," one of the two boys said an. He waved at me dragging his smirking friend with him.
That was embarrassing.