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sarahcrosbeh wrote:Yesterday we lay together, in a field near his house. The sun shone down brightly, bringing out all the shades of green in the grass; each blade shimmering as the breeze blew past it. I had liked him for ages. He could make me smile and burst out laughing in a second, but then again he could just as easily make me burst into tears.
We weren’t alone in the field, but it seemed like it. When there was an argument he took my side, even if he knew he shouldn’t. When he saw goose bumps on my arms, he forced a jacket on me even if I said I wasn’t cold. I thought I looked better in my t-shirt and I was trying my best to look good in front of him.
The sky soon started to darken and the warm summer breeze started to turn cold. The others started to stand up - brush off the grass stuck to their jeans -and say they should be getting home. I started to get up and collect my belongings. I stumbled, as I felt a thud on my leg. I think this kick was his typical ‘boyish’ attempt to get my attention. It worked and I turned around with an indifferent look across my face, trying not to look too happy with myself.
sarahcrosbeh wrote: He could make me smile and burst out laughing in a second, but then again he could just as easily make me burst into tears.
Do you think Ellie (that girl you sit next to in art) would ever go out with me.
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