[COMPLETED] "What frustrates you the most?" Mr. Brown asked. No one replied as he looked at the board. "Emmy." He spoke my name harshly. "My playstation doesn't work." I answered. It was the first thing popping up in my mind. Then the black-red haired guy locked eyes with me and gave a light nod. -
I had no idea how much that short nod would change my sophomore year. And maybe that was good. My name is Emmy and I fell for Michael Clifford. Really hard.
~ all rights to pizzaboyluke ~