The past is all i share with my family. And that is what i will share with you now. Back before i met him i was different. I was fifteen and taking my GCSE's, all the compulsory ones of course but then i also took art, drama and geography. Normal girl; normal life. My school was a mixed school in london. My friends are nice i mean i have always got along better with guys but my best friend is a girl and she helps me out a lot. We would go shopping together and do girl things that my guy friends wouldn't do with me.
His name was Peter and he was one year old then me, in year 11. In my school it was very rare to hang out with kids outside your year. However back then i didn't care. He liked me and i liked him.
I was at a park waiting to meet my friend and he was there playing football with the boys in his year. I just sat on a bench trying not to look at him. He's a looser i don't have time for guys like him. An hour passed and i was sitting on the bench waiting. Time passed so slowly.
Shit. He's seen me. Oh god he is coming over. Right..act casual.
"Hi. Im Peter. You go to London Grammar school don't you? In year 10?"
I paused. Staring at every inch of his face. His freckles glistened in the sun light. I had never even noticed his blue eyes, bright blue eyes. And the darkness of his hair. He is beautiful, like an angel has come down from heaven.
"Err hi. My name is... Clara. Yes year 10." I said. Oh god i sound ridiculous. Im normally so casual around guys.
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The Break Up
RomanceA teenage couple who are in deep love break up after 3 years. The two have been through hard times together and have shared the most romantic times as well. However the break up leaves the girl into pieces of a puzzle, all separated. Read to find o...
