Counting Stars

16 year old Lela Hemmings has never felt real love. Her father died when she was 15 and her mother died giving birth to Lela. Lela lives with her Aunt. She is depressed, insecure, and shy. She walks the halls with her head down and her mouth shut. She is bullied though. Pushed. Laughed at. Judged. Due to her shyness, she literally doesn't talk to people. At all. As a result, she is afraid to stand up for herself. Then someone walked into her life. She didn't want them to stay, but she didn't want them to leave. Can someone as simple as a person, as simple as a boy, change her life?


2. Another One Of Those People.

Another One Of Those People.


I roll out of bed and get dressed. I finish brushing my teeth and lazily trudge down the stairs. I walk outside and slide my feet across the ground so there is a scrapping sound as my shoes go against the pavement.

I walk into school. I look over to where I was pushed last week. Brenna is standing there. I kept my head down and my mouth shut, as always.

It still happens though. I feel a pull on my hair and I fall backwards.

"Aww what are you going to do, cry to your mommy."


"Hey leave her alone!" A guys voice yells. I don't recognize his voice. I stand up and run off.

"Go cry to your mommy and daddy like the baby you are!" Brenna yells.

Oh my gosh! I feel the tears starting to roll down my cheeks.

I run into a closet and shut the door.

After a couple of minutes, the door opens. A boy walks in.


He has big brown eyes, and blond hair. He is extremely... tall.

"Are you okay?" He asks. I shrug and kind of nod.

"You were crying." He says. I just look at him.

"I'm Ashton." He holds his hand out. I just glance at his hand and look back at him.

"Okay... What's your name?" He asked. I pull a binder out of my bag and point to the word written across it. 

Lela Hemmings.

"Lela. That's a pretty name." He says. He sits next to me.

"Can you talk?"

I nod.

"So you just don't?"

I nod again.

"Oh." He sighs.

"Well class is about to start. I would love to get to know you better." He says standing up. I fake a smile and wave.

He leaves.

I know that kind of guy. He asks nice, like, 'Oh, I'm against bullying!' And then he realizes that its not cool to help people, so he might as well bully them. He isn't the first guy to do that. Marty for example. He was nice, now he's an ass. Its simple.

They don't change.

This school is hell!


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