Dark Decisions

Dark Decisions

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“Everyone, this is Harry Styles. He is a new student here at West and I hope you all make him feel welcome!” Mr. Mac-Lowry said to the class as everyone started to settle down into their seats. I was looking down at my laptop trying to finish my creative writing piece before we had to share them with the class when saw someone sit down in the seat in front of me and turn around. “Are you the person the girl with the purple hair is staring at or am I?” The person said. His accent threw me off guard causing me to look up. Once I looked up I noticed not only Bri staring at us but every other girl was too. As I made eye contact with him I realized, this beautiful man must be Harry Styles.
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“Brianna!” he said. Great. I pretended I didn’t hear him and ran down the hall. To my surprise he ran after me. “What?!” I screamed at him. He looked taken aback. I continued walking down the hall. “Um…uh…Mr. Welles…um…” “Would you stop?! Just say it!” I stopped walking and turned around to look at him. He was just standing there. “Well?” I said. “I can’t wait all day.” I started my quest to the principal’s office again. I didn’t hear any footsteps behind me. I glanced back and Harry was still standing there. “Don’t yell at me.” I stopped dead in my tracks. Did he just say something to me? I turned around and took a few steps toward him. “Everyone’s always picking on me and I’m sick of it!” His voice echoed through the hallways. For the first time in my life, I felt sorry for him. -------------------------------------------------- I'm bad at summaries so just read the story

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