Chapter2
How could he be here? I was mentally freaking out. He cannot possibly know it's me, could he? This had to just be a coincidence, he couldn't have followed me here. That would be crazy, wouldn't it?
" Uh Becca, can we um, can we ditch art today?" I said trying to act normal
" Why? It isn't like you to want to ditch." She replied
"Please! Just for today! One time, I swear!"
" I guess, just fo-"
" Jessa! Becca! Take your seats! Your assigned seats!" Firmly stated by our lunatic art teacher, Ms. Wilson.
I did take my seat but of course , He sat right beside me. I mean, how would he even recognize me? Since the accident, I have died my hair blonde, did a little face contouring every morning, and have worn blue contacts. There's no way he could know it was me.
As I sat down, he greeted me with a nervous smile and a firm handshake. And I too, did the same.
"Hey, I just transferred here from Virginia. It's nice to meet you. I'm Collin. Collin Daughtry." He greeted me
"I'm Jessa. It's nice to meet you. So, tell me your story, Collin." I managed to reply.
He sat there. He told me his life story. He told me everything. Even the part about his sister, and how she was brutally murdered.
"So, Jessa what's your story?" He replied curiously, but fortunately I was saved by the bell, wiping a tear from my own eye.
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Life Isn't Always What They Seem
Short StoryAfter the "accident" The Morgans family moved to Pennsylvania. It's been almost a perfect 2 years since. It's the 11 grade, And Jessa Morgans is stunned to see who shows up. BTW this is my first story sooooo it probably isn't good but let m...
