He walked on the side walk on his way home.
Across the street, there was a girl. She seemed to be walking too, yet the opposite direction of him.
His dark eyes looked over to her, his curiosity bugging him. The girl seemed to noticed when he looked.
To his surprise, she had said something to him,
"STOP LOOKING AT MY STUFF!"
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Random Writings
RandomNot a story. Nothing serious. Just any of my writing. It could be for practice or just things I'd like to write to get inspired.
