"Can we not do this assignment?" I complained to Matthew, who was sitting a few rows away from me.
"Sadly my dear Cassidy, I don't think we can get out of this one," he replied before turning around.
Groaning, I went back to the journal that was placed on my desk. What if the person I traded with was a complete moron? What would I do then?
There was only one way to find out, though I didn't really have a choice if I wanted to do it or not.
I played with the pen between my fingers trying to think of what to say. Good first impressions were never my area of expertice, but I guess this was a place to start. And so I wrote; wrote to someone who had no face or name.
Hi, it's nice to meet you. Let's call me C.
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Prince Behind the Pages
Short StoryI wanted to know his name, his face, his voice--everything I knew about him was through the words written down on that little black book. But I wanted to know more; I wanted to know him. ~thank you so much for reading, voting, and commenting. the su...
