Her name is sophie

Sophie is an 18 year old senior at Eleanor Roosevelt High School.Her main hobby is sitting in the branches and watching the world.But one day a young handsome boy discovers her little hiding spot.That young boy's name is Harry,he starts to hang out with her over a time limit,but...............................what does he do to tell her that he has feelings for her now???What will she think of him?Just a friend or even a non friend,or a love????Find out in this mind twisting movella.

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4. Her hiding spot.

Sophie's P.O.V

 

It's lights out for school and im walking towards the woods where i usually sit at until 6.My mom already knows i sit around here and she doesn't care because she knows nothing happens.It's true.As i walk through the streets i see the new kid"harry" and he's staring at me with deep eyes.I avoid the awkwardness and turn away.Moments later i hear footsteps behind me so i quickly turn around not noticing that im crossing a street.I turn and see nothing,which gives me quite the chills,so i turn back and continue walking.

Minutes later i get to the big tree that practically grew up on and had a very weird relationship with."hey rossy"i chuckle at the tree that helps me 24/7 with all the school issues.In my mind i can hear the sweet voice of a true speaking back with the kindness of their tree heart.I put my backpack on the grass and climb up to the big,long,wide branch that sticks out.

Once im at the top,i see the school that causes me depression with no meaning,as in.........i get bullied for no reason,teased at for no reason and so on.So my technique for the relief is just close my eyes and  let the sparks fly upon my weak body..........................................i also mumble to myself."her name is sophie,her name is sophie,and yeah"idk why but it helps me too.

After a long hour it's time to just relax and look at the sunset.But i hear the same footsteps i heard on my way here!I start to get goosebumps and look down,but the fog covers up much of my view."who's there?"i shiver through my words.I hear nothing and i get more scared."Who's there?" i start to shout.Now im starting to think that it could be a stalker or even a..........................killer!

I still don't get an answer,so i lean to the edge and try to get a better look,but just as i move my hand too further i accidentally scrape myself and let go...................no!As i fall i bump into something hard and it falls with me."urphhhh!"i shout out as i hit hard to the dry grass."oww"i hear a voice.I recognize that low deep cranky voice...................harry???.....the hell are you doing here?

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