Chapter Eleven.
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Brooklyn's POV.
'I like you, you're different.'
Those words kept running through my mind, getting better every, single, minute.
The way they passed his lips; it was so smooth, like, a delicate piece of velvet stretching out past his soft lips and tickling my ears.
The way the little freckle placed just beside his lip, did a little dance whilst he spoke.
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No POV.
Each step Brooklyn took was followed by a crunching noise, the snow that had turned into grey sludge from every dirty shoe sole that had passed over it breaking up even more when her heavy, unbuckled, black school shoes pressed down on it.
The streets were like tunnels, rows of trees running down both sides of Brooklyn's welcoming street, their branches stretching across the road and touching in the middle; a layer of snow finishing off the tree tunnel.
She walked on her tippy-toes along the edge of the sidewalk, occasionally loosing balance and stumbling onto the road, but she was quick to get back onto the sidewalk.
When her snow lined house was in view, she ran; holding on tight to the straps of her back-pack, the tree tunnel going by in one big, long brown blur.
She came to the front porch and elegantly made her way up the three steps leading to her front door.
The key that was shoved tightly into her bag was skillfully dug out, and she shoved it into the lock, the door swinging open instantly.
"I'm home!" She beamed, a large grin forming on her cold, rosey cheeked face.
She hung her bag on the hook beside the door and was up the stairs in a flash.
"In here, Honey," A somewhat stress filled voice echoed throughout the house.
Brooklyn followed the voice of her mother, ending up at the doorway of the dim-lit study.
Her mother turned in her seat to look at her grinning daughter.
"Brook, love! How was your day!"
"Well," Brooklyn recapped the moment out the front of the principal's office with Justin, she thought back to the moment at the bus stop, where Justin very kindly leant her his jacket, then she the sentence Justin had said to her earlier popped back into her mind, "Amazing."
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short. crappy. boring.
sodddyyy!
:)
yeah..so much for that marathon :|
i'm posting my next chapter for Stereotypes, so look out for thaat :DD
I LOVE THIS STORY<3 :D
It's friggeenn' amazing, and it's written by my bestt fraaann<33
lilMISSsassyCASSY96 1 year ago
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:) aaws, shanks cassbug!
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legitbelieberx 1 year ago