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Ok I have a note book where I put starter stories in them. Usually I only put a ch या so but this 1 I did seems pretty good and I'm not sure if I should continue it या not so I'm gonna put the 1st ch on here and tell me what u think:
Ch.1
I sat with Emma and Carla- two people who I hung out with but really meant nothing to me, just a cover up to the life I left behind- with my old fashion raybans on, not really listening to what my "friends" were saying.
I saw in front of my eyes snapping fingers.
"Jamie!! Ugh! You're blanking out again,"
I looked at Carla who was still snapping her fingers.
I'm sorry, what were आप saying?"
Carla looked at me with frustration and repeated herself.
" I was saying that आप need to come out of your shy shell and make और friends,"
I smiled a small half smile, thinking that if they knew the real me than they'd be calling me anything but shy. They might even fear me.
My fake backstory is that both my parents died in a car accident and that I'm staying with my aunt in this normal state of Chicago. A totally believable story, that is not true at all. No one really knows me here, If they did I would immediately be deemed as crazy and would be found. I can't let that happen.
Emma, Carla, and I were sitting in an outside cafè when I spotted Him: a boy with his swaying sandy hair, that droops into his pale gray eyes. He had lips that girls would kill for, a light pinkish color and full. He has a well- kept chest that I have run my hands over countless times and have dreamt abouttouching everynight since. The way he smells like a freshly mowed lawn that makes me smile remembering my childhood. I could tell he was all of this even facing away from me. And that's why I have to leave. Immediately.
I turned to Carla and Emma.
"guys, I have to go- my aunt कहा I had to be घर द्वारा 1 o'clock- and it's 1:18" I stuttered.
"bye Jamie!" they कहा in unicine.
I cringed when I saw His back
Ch.1
I sat with Emma and Carla- two people who I hung out with but really meant nothing to me, just a cover up to the life I left behind- with my old fashion raybans on, not really listening to what my "friends" were saying.
I saw in front of my eyes snapping fingers.
"Jamie!! Ugh! You're blanking out again,"
I looked at Carla who was still snapping her fingers.
I'm sorry, what were आप saying?"
Carla looked at me with frustration and repeated herself.
" I was saying that आप need to come out of your shy shell and make और friends,"
I smiled a small half smile, thinking that if they knew the real me than they'd be calling me anything but shy. They might even fear me.
My fake backstory is that both my parents died in a car accident and that I'm staying with my aunt in this normal state of Chicago. A totally believable story, that is not true at all. No one really knows me here, If they did I would immediately be deemed as crazy and would be found. I can't let that happen.
Emma, Carla, and I were sitting in an outside cafè when I spotted Him: a boy with his swaying sandy hair, that droops into his pale gray eyes. He had lips that girls would kill for, a light pinkish color and full. He has a well- kept chest that I have run my hands over countless times and have dreamt abouttouching everynight since. The way he smells like a freshly mowed lawn that makes me smile remembering my childhood. I could tell he was all of this even facing away from me. And that's why I have to leave. Immediately.
I turned to Carla and Emma.
"guys, I have to go- my aunt कहा I had to be घर द्वारा 1 o'clock- and it's 1:18" I stuttered.
"bye Jamie!" they कहा in unicine.
I cringed when I saw His back
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