It's not like I never liked somebody. I did. But all I felt was awful and sad because he did not return the feelings. I always think about having somebody to adore me the way I am. I ain't that bad looking. I'm cute. But, at the end of the day, all these people see is the beauty outside.
I am walking past the hallway. People are so in hurry. It's weird how everyone rushes but no one is on time. I hate crowds. And, the idea of these people crashing their shoulders on mine to take a look at the so-called new boy doesn't flatter me. Is he as good-looking as Chris Evans? No way.
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Short StoryWhat is meant to be will find its way to you. You will never know. I will never show. He liked her. She liked him. But is life that simple?
