Itsn't She Lovely?

19 year old Makayla Rice is your average teenage girl. Everyone thinks she is wierd, and only looks at her flaws. But by the end of the day she is too tired to care about that so she just dances away her pain, sarrow, and insecurities. But is there accutually someone who is willing to look past her flaws, and lookat her on the inside not out. Does she meet someone who loves with the heart, and not the eyes. MUST READ TO FIND OUT!!!

No pressure or anyhing... o.o???

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3. Chapter 2

Makayla's POV

great I am late. Oh well I guess I have to deal with it and make up the work a little late huh? Oh well. I have no one to blame but myself for caring about my looks for onece this morning. Alot of people have been staring at me as I walk down the hall to the libary. I got alot of looks. Well I guess I should do my hair, and make up more often. "Hello?" I hear a sweet voice say behind me. "Yes?" I reply. "Are you a library volentere?" the voice asks again. "Yes." I say signing in, and clipping the badge on the my shirt. "Okay. Would you mind helping me find a book." "Well what book are you looking for?" I ask turning around to see a black haired boy. He had put in a little blonde streak. But, it looked good on him. "I am looking for a book on poetry. Could you please help me?" he asks looking at the ground. "One my eyes are up here, and two yes I can. I acctually work in the section. What book did you have in mind?" "Well I was looking for a book of poetry written by Sammy Winter." he said very shyly. I laugh. "Sure follow me if you will?" he does as told , and follows me the back room called "The poetry circle." I smile. I feel so safe when I walk in here. I walk to the cornner section of the room, and pull out her oldest book. I blow the dust off of it. I trace the words on the front. The golden font felt smooth under my fingers. "My favorite qoute in here by her is "I can't define ove but sometimes i takes it's tole. I am never one to kiss, and tell." Here!" I say handing him the old worn out book. He gives me a shy smile. "Don't be shy! What is your name? Maybe we can hang out at lunch together today?" "My name is Zayn, and I would love to sit at lunch with you. What is your name?" "My name is Makayla Rice." I smile. "See you then!" he says walking out of the library with a smile. He bumps into the magazine shel and shuffles to pick them up.

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