This is not a love story

This is not a love story. It’s maybe a story about love, but it is definitly not a love story. This is a history about a boy wih dark brown hair and eyes with the colour the ocean, eyes who could see trough everything, damn, that boy has the prettiest eyes I have ever seen.This boy took the pieces of my broken heart and made it whole again. This is a story about tears and smiles, about the best and the worst. This isn’t even a happy-ever-after-story, this is MY story.


5. The first day of school

My alarm clock woke me up, I was dreaming about Luke, I miss him and wonder what he's doing at the moment. Probably playing football. But I don't have much time to afterglow from my sleep because today is the first day of school. I take a quick shower and decide to wear a skinny jeans and a grey, loose shirt. When I watch myself in the mirror, I see big green eyes staring at me, just the same as my fathers. My hair is wild because of the shower. I look tired and even a bit pale, I try to cover it with some make-up, but I already know that's impossible. After a fast breakfast, Charlie and I need to hurry to catch the schoolbus.  He is really exited, like a small energetic puppy. So cute! He's telling me about his audition for the schoolmusical when we are walking cross the playground. I suddenly have the feeling that someone is watching me, I turn around and see a group of boys standing a bit further. They dissipate a kind of arrogance, like they are the rulers of the school. Nobody walks in their area and some girls are even staring at them full of admiration. Charlie, who hadn't immedatly noticed that I stopped walking, returned.

'' What's wrong, do you think I don't need to do an audition?''

I look at him. ''What were you asking, I'm sorry, I got distracted.''

I see him following my eyes. ''Ow, no, I don't know exactly what you were thinking but it's a bad idea, a really bad idea. Those boys are the kind of people you need to stay away of Izzie, I mean it, they only cause  trouble.''

I look at them again, attentive this time. They are all tall and they all look a bit dangerous. They are talking and laughing. But one draws my attention, he is leaning against the wall, he has dark brown hair, it's messy, I adore messy hair, he is staring at me. I wonder wich colour his eyes would have. When he notice I saw him, he gets a small grin, like he's amused by my reaction. He even winks at me; I start blushing because I feel caught.


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