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Rated: 18+ · Non-fiction · Romance/Love · #2287567
A girl who wants 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦, falls in love with a mysterious new boy in school.
𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐧𝐞: As I lay on my bed ready to sleep, I can't help but think about 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦. Ever since I was a little girl I've dreamed of my wedding and how it will be, I've dreamed of my honeymoon and where it would be. I've dreamed of my future husband and where I would meet him. I've dreamed of my future kids and how they would be. 𝘐 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥. Yeah, that may sound selfish as I do have two parents that try their best, but I never really felt 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 by them as my dad is never home, and when he is he drinks his alcohol and then gets violent with me like I'm his punching bag, he likes to take out everything on me, when he is angry at someone he hits me when he had a bad day he hits me if his favorite team loses a game, 𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙞𝙩𝙨 𝙢𝙚 and for my mother, she is always yelling at me, everything I do she yells at me for. If I forget to make my bed in the morning I come home from school to a yelling mother and a dad ready to put his hands on me. I wish I had a sibling because I wouldn't be alone all the time. No friends at school nor neighborhood kids around. I'm just alone in my room 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 and 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘎𝘰𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨. As my thoughts run around, I start to dose off. "Wake up, Sarah", my mother says. I let out a sigh feeling like I haven't even slept as if I didn't sleep for 7 hours. "Okay" I say slowly opening my eyes. When I open them, I see my mom opening my curtains, "Sarah make sure to make your bed" she says in a firm voice. I just nod. As I am at the bus stop waiting for the bus to arrive, I notice a new kid. Tall, about 6 feet tall, tan skin, dark hair that just sits perfectly on his head, and oh those 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴, they are ocean blue, and I feel like I may drown in them. I stare at him for a good minute or 2 and just as I am about to look away because I feel creepy staring at some for that long. He makes eye contact with me and shoots me a smile. I feel my stomach create butterflies and I feel my cheeks turning red. I flash him a quick smile and then break eye contact. The bus finally arrives, and I am usually the last on the bus, but I see the mysterious new boy waiting to be last, I am confused about why he would want to be last, but I guess some people are different, I get on the bus and then he gets on, I sit in my usual seat and as I am looking out the window I feel someone sit next to me, its 𝒽𝒾𝓂, the mysterious boy is sitting next to me, OH MY GOSH. I am so nervous; I start biting my nails as I do when I become nervous, and I catch him watching me, so I quickly stop. "Hey", he says with a smile, his voice feels so warm, like a blanket being wrapped around me. "h...hi", I say nervously. Oh my gosh, I'm so embarrassed, why did I stutter? He laughs as he can obviously see how shy I am, his laugh is so inviting, "what's your name?", "Sarah", I say, "Yours?", I pray he doesn't think I'm weird " Ryan", I like that name, it's beautiful just like he is. As we continue to talk, I tell him my age "15" and he tells me his "17". We continue to talk the whole ride to school and the whole ride back. I wish I could invite him over, but I'm scared my parents might be mad that I didn't ask them first. Even though my mom is at her work and then has to stop by the supermarket, so she'll be gone till 7 and my dad is at work, and he probably won't be home till later tonight like always even though he gets off at 6, who knows what he's doing in the meantime. I barely even know him so I shouldn't ask him over to my house, I know that, so as I get off the bus, I start walking home then I hear, "Goodbye Sarah", oh hearing my name come from 𝓱𝓲𝓼 lips is so enchanting, "Goodbye Ryan", I say right back.
𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐰𝐨:
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