New girl

New girl

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I walked through my new school with my headphone on, listening to Paramore, to find my locker, a group of guys were standing in front of it. " hi, you are standing in front of my locker." I said to a tall blond, he was hot. "Oh sorry, my bad." He said without looking at me, asshole. "Gee, thanks" I said to him while rolling my eyes. " you're not from here, are you?" an other boy asked, he had brown hair and blue eyes, and yet again, really hot. The blonde one looked up, he looked surprised but I don't know why. " No I'm not. I'm from the Netherlands, Europe." they all look wide eyed. I see that an other boy wanted to ask some more questions but I wasn't in to that so I closed my locker said bye and took off, while the blond was still looking at me. Time to make some friend who I can ask about those guys. ----------- Sorry if my English is not that good, cause it is not my first language. Hop you like it and let me know if I have to change something. ❤️
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I walked on the nearly empty bus in New York City, which was very rare. It was the middle of the night and this was the last train going around the tracks. It was only me in the car for a few stops. I was hiding my face with a hoodie. I had my headphones in when he walked in. I looked up and our eyes met. He looked familiar and I quickly looked away. He's probably a fan and followed me. I probably met him at a meet and greet, at least that's what I thought. I felt a presence next to me and looked up to see the green/blue eyes that were so familiar. I took one of my earbuds out. "Hi?" I asked. "Hey. If you don't mind me asking, but where are you from?" He asked. "Let me know your name first." I said still cautious. I paused my music and wrapped the earbuds around my phone and put it in my pocket. "Denzel Weller." He said holding out his hand. "Rose Pitcher." I told him taking his hand. He looked so familiar. His name tried to break through a wall in my memories. I looked around us to see that there was one person left on the train besides us. I took my hood off revealing my turquoise hair. I just got it done and that's what I'm going to my hotel from. "So, where are you from?" He asked me. "We say where we're from at the same time." I told him. He nodded. "1.....2.......3!" I said. "LA." We said at the same time. I looked at him surprised. I took a closer look at him. He looked like he was around the same age as me, 21-22. I studied his features. He had smaller than average ears, an average sized nose, a strong jaw line, short medium brown hair, and then his eyes. I stared into his eyes and saw that they held familiarity.

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