Prince? Don't make me laugh
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Last published Sat, Jul 23, 2016
"Mila I'm a prince" he said looking at me then back at his biology book and I burst out laughing getting a few odd looks from my classmates
"Shut up, your not a Prince, don't make me laugh, your about as graceful as a rubber duck" I laughed
"I will prove it" he said
"Yeah right" I said and resumed to
writing in my notebook
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I saw him an when he looked my way our eyes locked, I tried but I just couldn't look away from him. When he smiled my heart felt like it was going to beat right out of my chest, I felt my cheeks get red from blushing, he smirked then raised a eyebrow and did a head nod he took a sip of his drink finally looking away. Even though he looked away I still couldn't, I wanted to know what just happened and why. But little did I know what just happened was going to throw a curveball into my life.
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