Why is it so much easier to talk to someone with a message, instead of the phone, or even worse, in person. There’s this cute boy in my class, and he looks at me all day, but whenever I look at him, he looks away like he doesn’t want me to know he was looking at me. I LIKE him! I want him to look at me. I want him to TALK to me. Sometimes he mumbles “hey” when he ‘accidently’ has to pass by me on his way to the pencil sharpener. Nobody in class has a dull pencil more often than him. But that’s it. That’s all he’ll say until he gets homes from school and on his phone…
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- Written by: Talia Pura