Her
I put my hair up into a perfect ponytail, making sure I had not missed out any strands.
I was ready for school with all my homework done. And I was excited to see him. I had expecially chosen a special outfit.
I smiled at my father who was sat in front of the dining table with a newspaper in his hands and a cup of coffee on the table. "Good morning, Papa."
Three knocks could be heard outside the door and I rushed to open it.
"Morning, Love." James smiled a cute half smile with his British accent that felt suprisingly comforting.
"Good morning," I smiled, heart fluttering to the name he called and smiling about the memory of the promise he said last night.
Him
I combed my hair to the back of my head, ready for another day or school with ogling girls' eyes.
It hasn't seem to be a routine to style my hair proper and I wonder what made me want to.
Is it the girl? I thought as I bade farewell to my mother and setting off to her house just like I promised last night.
I had no idea what made me want to walk her to school. Was it because it was her? Or was it because she was special? Either way, I shan't be too attached to her for l'll leave her soon.
Three knocks and the door opened almost immediately to reveal the one I've been waiting for.
"Morning, Love," I said. I tried not to focus on the way she blushed and the smile at the ground and her murmur of her good morning.
When do I get too attached? Never. I hope that lasts.
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Author's Note:
Sorry I didn't post yesterday... it was a busy day. I had to like go for my NPCC training. NPCC is like a Co-curriculum activity. Anyway, I'll post the next chapter tomorrow. Have a good day my readers!
