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She wrote, her hands moving smoothly and fairly fast on her green tacky type writer. All her thoughts were assembling into pieces of blank paper. Her reading glasses on the tip of her nose and her mind was jumbled up with thoughts. She would bite her lip when thinking and her eyes would glisten alone with her mouth curling into a smile when she got an idea. This girl's name was Charlie. She was in love with the idea of love. It seemed too beautiful to exist in this ironic,cruel yet beautiful world. Too unrealistic. At least that's what she thought until she met Harry. Something about him compelled her, he was dark, dangerous and mysterious. He was obscure. - And she was curious Noodleknown©
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Emily Greens has always admired the most popular boy in high school, Travis Black. After mustering the courage to approach him, her life takes an unexpected turn. Sneak ♡♥︎ Peak ~~~~~~~ "So... what's up?" he asks, leaning casually against the wall, like this is just another Friday. My heart hammers in my chest. I take a deep breath. "I, um, I just wanted to tell you... I like you. A lot. And I'd really like to get to know you, you know, if you're okay with that." The words come out so fast I barely understand them myself. There's a moment of silence before he chuckles softly. "What's your name again?" "Emily," I squeak. "My name's Emily." "Well, Emily, I don't like you. But hey, you're cute, so there's that." He grins. "Oh, and thanks for watching the match." And just like that, he walks away, leaving me standing there with my heart shattered into a million pieces. The only upside? Tomorrow is Saturday, and I'm officially dead. NOTE !: This story includes themes of bullying, strong language, and violence. Please be aware that all events depicted are fictional.

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