She looked at him properly for the first time since she met him. He had black hair and hazel eyes. Tanned caramel skin. Wide nose. Full lips.He always wore vest t shirts, shorts, baseball hats and sunglasses.
"Why are you staring at me?" He asked, not looking at her.
"You're a white teethed teen."
"I'm a what?"
...
"I haven't asked you any questions today."
He clapped for her.
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Teens
Teen Fictionthe story of two teens who kill time. short story; #175 (22nd April 2014) (2014, 2015, 2017)