The Girl At The Bus Stop

i looked up to meet her eyes. my breath hitched and i could feel my heart beating faster and faster by the second. this girl was beautiful. with her shaggy boy-short, black hair, olive skin and a sprinkle of freckles, and her smile.

our eyes met instantly and i could see her piecing green eyes looking down at me. my shoes seemed very amazing because i kept my eyes on them for the rest of the time until my bus came. i got on and kept my head down. i just hope she always goes to the same bus stop forever.

(do not own the front cover)