Fluttering
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Last published Mon, Jul 2, 2018
Flashback:
It was a sunny, cloudless, windy day. It was The Day. The Day that would change my life. The Day that I would be set free. The Day I would let go of everything and everyone.
I had been excited about that day but now, well, now I have absolutely no idea what I wanted. Now, I have this-this weird feeling inside of me. I think I...I...I might care about him.
Shaleigh Pierce had been alone for so long, she didn't remember what it felt like to care about someone. She had felt nothing but numbness for so long, hatred towards life, and a desire for revenge. Her powerful and negative emotions had not allowed any reason or love into her life. Until an evening when a boy struck her life, a boy named James Blake. James who had emerald eyes and a single dimple on his left cheek with an overexcited personality. James woke up emotions in her, emotions that she thought she'd never feel again. Shaleigh was no longer dead within and she didn't like it.
James loved life. He was a happy person, a loving person. He followed the rules and did as he was told.
Copyright © 2013 by Natalie Martinez
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