your POV
"I just hope you won't be mad at me.." I mumbled into the phone. I was on a call with my boyfriend/girlfriend because she sent me various texts of accusing me of cheating on him/her .. "I promise babe" I say. I begged him/her to stay together with me.. but I failed. After all of this madness, I hoped I could roll over and pass out.. since I'm as tired as a crank up toy.
I wish I could talk to mom about all of this, but I can't. I heard something hit my window, so I looked out the window and saw a boy wearing orange goggles? We're those goggles or sunglasses?? Oh who cares.. I groan and put my shoes on, running down there with my pack of cigarettes.. who is this boy..?
