Tarin arrived in a T shirt advertising Coca Cola, and jeans. Then, we went up to my room. Feeling embarrassed by my fangirling posters on my walls (Once Upon a Time, Sherlock, Doctor Who, etc), I ended up sitting in my beanbag chair. Tarin looked around, and sat down uncertainly on a giant pillow. "So," he said putting is chin on his hands "What do you want to be when you grow up?" He asked. For high school, it seemed a little childish, but I didn't mind. "A popular girl and a singer." I answered. No sweat. When Tarin didn't respond, I worried that he didn't want to be friends with an outcast. "I want to be an artist... And a poet." He declared, blushing. That was so sweet. I smiled, knowing we both revealed something big. It was a relief. "So... What exactly happened on the day I met you?" He asked. I dreaded the day he would ask this. "Erm..." I considered lying. I bit my lip, and answered. "It all started on my first day of high school...."
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Lost in Sound
FantasyI recommend you don't read this. I wrote this two years ago, but I'm keeping it on here to prove I'm getting better at this writing thing. -Lafayette
