To All The Michaels I Have Ever Known

To All The Michaels I Have Ever Known

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*EDITED, REVISED, AND COMPLETED 08/22* Let me just lay this out for you really quick: 1. Freshman year of high school there was a Michael. He was tall, like 6'8, and once he decided to not be a dick, he was really sweet. 2. You. Obviously. That was senior year. More to be said about you later. 3. When I started working, I met a 27-year-old Michal. Yeah, he's the one without the "E". He was old. I was a minor. You get the idea. Or lack of one. He was very broken. 4. There is hot-guy Michael in my English 101 class. He seems quiet. Like the type that will just sit in a corner until he is with his friends and then he will burst out of his shell. 5. Last and definitely least, annoying guy Michael from the psych 101 class. He doesn't do shit. 5 ½. I believe that I should also address Samuel, the most popular and hottest guy in school. You remember him? Well his middle name was Michael. Make sense? I told you that there were a lot. And I have only been alive 17 years and 9 months. I think that somewhere along the line, you have been all of these people. I know that sounds weird, so just bear with me for a moment. Back when I was in high school, I don't think you really knew who you were, but who really does in high school?
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I was walking to my locker when I heard someone calling for somebody. "Hey! Little cutie!" They called. I kept waking, since no one noticed me and I doubted that it would've started then. It was a hallway full of cute girls, all of them much cuter than me, so why would they be calling for me? They whistled. "Shortie with the ponytail!" They called, their voice now closer to me. I still kept walking to my locker since there were still several other girls, who were taller than me but still relatively short, wearing ponytails. I felt a light tap on my shoulder once I got to my locker. I turned around and my breath caught in my throat at who was talking to me. Maximus King. The hottest guy in all of Hillside High. With his jet black hair that was always messy but still looked amazing, his steel grey eyes that all the girls talked about, his sharp jawline that could cut someone, his tall, six-foot five inches form that towered over me, and his strong form that could easily take out pretty much all of the guys in school, he was what every girl looked for. He had a bit of a bad reputation, well, a lot of a bad reputation, but most girls didn't care about that. I cared, and was very afraid of him and all of his friends except for Xander. In fact, if he had a reputation of sleeping around, I think I would've avoided him like the plague. Good thing he only flirted with girls and never slept, kissed, or touched them. "Hey, shortie, I was talking to you," he said with his deep voice. I cleared my throat after a few seconds of me gaping at him. "S-sorry. I-I didn't k-know," I squeaked. He chuckled. "I even said 'shortie with the ponytail!' yet you still didn't know." I gulped. "That's cute," he said. Amethyst Stone, a short, four-foot eleven inches girl that Maximus King has taken an interest to. When? You'll find out. Why? He could tell you, but don't get your hopes up. Will it work out? Read if you really want to know. 12/21/18- 8/8/19- 12/27/20

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