I saw him, I was drawn to him like a magnetic. It was blurry but I had a clear vision of his intoxicating bright green eyes, so graceful. His accent was thick, it sounded stuffy... British maybe? Who knew, I wanted to know... The vision was beginning to fade out but I know what he looks like, he looks like heaven.
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I woke up from my dream, and I threw the blankets from under me off the side of my bed. I jolted up hearing the loud aggravating sound of my phones alarm. I surprisingly got some sleep? I wasn't looking forward to seeing him, the boy I was in love with again, his name you ask? His name is Christopher Carris, and his blazing grey eyes always a fright to see, we used to be in love, in secret... Until he broke my heart on a beach one day... But that is a story for another time. I was also falling for another boy last year, Freshmen year, his name was Troy Tallis, and he liked me as well I think? But people where starting to notice and he broke it off... Whatever it was. I pushed the thoughts out of my head and proceded to brush my teeth, would anyone recognize me this year? I did practically shave my hair off, and I dyed it but it was fading. It was dark burgundy now. Much like my heart...
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I walked into the school seeing my friends, old and new... Although at the time I had no idea whot he new one's were, you could guess them if I pointed it out. After I saw Cathy (my Irish redhead best friend), George (Dominican friend) and his girlfriend Lana (also Dominican) I moved my way over to see a bunch of other people that you will know well in time... But then I saw Christopher Carris, walking wit his sworn enemy Warrick (a white boy trapped inside of a black child's body), racist you might call me... But if you knew him your mouth would be shut. I stared down at the ground for a good thirty seconds and then I looked up... And I bumped into a tall thin man with dark hair, I fell to the ground and then he helped me up... But when he turned around to accept my thank you... My eyes had enlarged... It was him, the boy from my dreams... There were so many questions raging on through my head... And I had no idea how to ask them to a complete stranger... Or was he? Was I the stranger to him?
