"I really don't think we'd get along."
This was my first impression of him, climbing out of the bushes with his dyed flaxen hair with the tips a normal natural dark brown, most likely his natural hair color. It hung past his shirt collar which was against the boys dress code. I could see several piercing glinting at his earlobes and then his was gone, swept away the mass of students. The word 'delinquent' rose to mind but then again it may have the been the blood and grime that caked his clothes and the monstrous bruises that decorated his cheek bones.
To be completely honest, not much as changed since that initial in counter...
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In the Library
Teen FictionMicah Ford's peaceful life is interrupted when he is chosen last minute to supervise the front desk at his school's library. Or more to the point he was selected to supervise school delinquent Russ Collins. At first he doesn't appreciate being for...
