walking through these school hallways, i feel as if i'm not even disliked anymore. i feel invisible, i feel like i don't feel anymore and to all these people around me, i have become transparent, the boy with no name❜❜
As I walked into the room his eyes burned holes into my chest. He was clearly pissed off and I loved every moment of it. I'm tired of being a 'good girl'
This story will be written differently from any of my other stories. A different writing style, Complete freeness to imagine Yn as her own person, and slower paced. If you like it vote on it so I know to keep writing.