And I Think He Is Beautiful.
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"There is a boy who catches my bus with emerald eyes like the lake the frogs play in during the summer."
This is a piece inspired by a picture/poem I found through Instagram. I am in no way claiming to own the picture or poem attached. However, I can't see any watermark on the picture, so if you happen to know who made the picture or wrote the poem, it would be great if you can notify them of this story. This is a short story to go alongside the poem.
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" Hey, Styles!" One of the jocks from across the field shouts, making the curly headed boy turn his head to where the voice was coming from. " Ha, nevermind! I forgot you can't see shit, what a loser the blind kid is." The guy laughs. as his friends pat him on the back, howling with laughter. Harry just shakes his head, frowning, head down, as he leans against the tree. I walk over to him and sit down. " Hey." I say, smiling. " What, are you going to make fun of me too?" He scowls, keeping his head down, his dark glasses hitting the brim of his nose. " No...I would do that if I had no life, but in this case I do. I'm Georgie." I put my hand on his shoulder. ( THIS STORY IDEA BELONGS TO @bedsheets! GO FOLLOW HER ! THIS COVER WAS MADE BY HER ALSO GO CHECK OUT HER COVER REQUEST BOOK OR PREMADE COVERS!)
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