The boy sat in a white, white room, wearing dark, dark clothes. His green hair was damp but still curled. If he let his hair grow, he could have an Afro, but he liked to keep his hair short. Plus he'd have a lot of hair to dye if he grew it long! But hair wasn't his concern. His concern was a certain brunette girl he hand found on the side walk. His dark skin stood out, everyone else was male, white chocolate... dark chocolate stood alone..
Then a girl with bright green eyes, and brown hair walked into the waiting room. She was deathly pale on the few parts of skin that wasn't covered in freckles. Her nose, that seemed a bit big compared to her face had a bandage in it with a bit of red blood on it. Her arms and legs were awkwardly proportioned compared to her body. She opened those chapped pink lips of hers and out came the words,"you brought me here. Who are you?" She tilted her head to the side so a few strands of frizzy brown hair covered her left eye.
Noah was staring until he shook his head. He stood under and walked over to her,"my name is Noah." He smiles a slightly yellow, gap toothed smile and offered a large calloused hand. He was at least half a foot taller than her, mind you, he was pretty tall.
The girl's eyes widen, and then they narrow. She turns away from him, so he was staring at her black sweater and brown frizzy hair. "You set this up. I knew I should have trusted you...." She sounds like she's about to cry.
"What do you......" He trails off when he realizes who she was,"Nala?"
She growls softly,"I asked you not to call me that! Just get away from me!"
"Nala, listen, I don't know what happened but i got to the school and you weren't there!" He puts a hand on her shoulder. His hand was bigger than her shoulder.
She moves away from him and turns to stare at him. Her eyes looked like they could see into his soul,"a group of jocks were there. It was like they were waiting for me. You tipped them off, no one else could have." And with that, she walks away from him.
Noah sighs sadly and shakes his head. "It wasn't me, Nala..." Then he too walked away
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If I Be Wrong
ChickLitOne phone call One girl One boy -------------- Noah Hakim has a habit of typing in a random phone number from a phone book into his phone and talking to the person on the other side of the line. Nallin James has never received a phone call with her...
