Wilted Flower

Wilted Flower

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Thu, Jul 30, 2015
The girl was engrossed in her thoughts about her trip to Alaska. She stared out the window of the car as her mind went off to the possibilities of things that could happen on her trip. She knew they never would due to her antisocial behavior. Sweat from the heat of summer dripped down her forehead slipping down the bridge of her nose. "Lakasha..!" The song was interrupted. "Lakasha!" Her head lashes towards her father glaring at him. "What?!" She said sharply as she pulled out her earbuds. Quite annoyed at the fact that he disturbed her music. "Excuse me?" Correcting her with an edgy tone. "What..?" She said more gently. Her reddish pink eyes glimmer as the sunlight hits them at an angle that wouldn't upset her sight, as she begun to wait for her father to begin speaking once more. "Well what is it?"
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She was the outsider. The girl that sat at the back of the class and never raised her hand. The girl the sat alone at lunch because everyone thought she was weird for not speaking. She was the girl that had a million thoughts running through her head but had zero guts to say them. She was the girl you don't normally fall for but, then, she became the girl that captured the heart of the guy everyone loved. ---- "Shit, I'm sorry" A deep voice mumbled squatting down to help her up. A rough hand pulled her up and her blurry vision landed on dark eyes. She blinked a few times and her vision came back. Standing in front of her was a boy about her age. A very attractive boy. He was almost a foot taller than her 5'3 height. His black hair was slicked back and his tan skin radiated under the fluorescent school lights. Her mouth was slightly ajar as she stared at him. She hadn't realized how close she was to him until she felt his breath on her lips. She jerked away, grabbed her glasses on the floor and ran away in the opposite direction leaving the boy to furrow his eyebrows at her behavior. However, a small smirk played on his lips as he placed his hands in his jeans pockets and turned in the opposite direction. 'Stupid, Stupid, Stupid' She thought to herself.

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