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The puddle of the already fallen rain consistently dripped slowly off the top bleacher as we stood beneath it. Emily was looking away, but I was staring right at her. The sunlight shined onto the bleachers, causing little strips of light to shine through from the little openings. One little strip landed across Emily's nose and cheek. Faded freckles dotted the area. I sighed, lightly, as I thought about how imperfectly perfect she was. I couldn't quite put my finger on it, but something about Emily just drew me to her.
She turned to look at me, her hair falling perfectly on her shoulders. Her soft, blue eyes glistened in the sunlight. The corners of her mouth turned upward and she chuckled, "What are you staring at?"
"You." I said, shrugging my shoulders.
She blushed. I love it when she blushes, it's so adorable. "Stop, it's creeping me out, you weirdo." She covered her face with her hands. I frowned.
"Remember what I said when you first did that to me?" I questioned.
"You said you'd cut off my hands because my face is too pretty to be hidden." She said, her voice muffled by her hands.
"Well, do you want me to cut off your hands?"
She sighed dramatically and dropped her hands. I walked up to her and placed a hand on her cheek.
"Never hide this piece of artwork from me again." And I kissed her.
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Project Emily
Teen FictionEmily Strathmerton was just an invisible, short, little blonde. She thought lowly of herself, she was afraid, alone, and comfortable in her state of sadness, but she put on a show for everyone else. She smiled and acted normal and pretended everythi...
