The next morning I walked into class not knowing what kind of person I would be paired up with. I sat in my seat and opened the journal that was in front of me before reading the few words they did write to me.
Hi, it's nice to meet you. Lets call me C.
A single letter would not tell me much about this person, but I assumed it was a girl when I looked at how the penmenship was. It was feminine if that made any sense, the lines were curved and formed intricate letters that I myself could probably not reproduce.
What would I say? This wasn't exactly the most ideal "place" to meet a person, but I gave it a shot anyways. My fingers grasped my pen as it slowly met the surface of the paper.
It isn't much of a meeting, but hey that's alright. I have no idea how this is going to work. Just tell me about yourself I guess. -A
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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...
