Unfortunates Extract

Summary: This is from the point of view of a character in a story I'm writing (which should be on here when complete). It's called Unfortunates, and tells the tale of Autumn, who has had quite a bad life and upbringing.

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Autumn Everday's POV:

"Sometimes I sneak a glance at him in class. I know he won't be looking at me. Im not popular, I'm not cool; and I'm certainly not pretty. I twiddle a strand of my blonde hair between my fingers, drinking him in. The first thing I always notice is his smile. Pearly white and happy. Never frowning. Always smiling. His hair is usually covered by a SnapBack, but from what I see he has a flicky fringe; quite cute if I say so myself. He's just a painting that needs to be looked at. A painting you want so bad, but can't afford.
I sometimes ponder if he ever thinks about me, as much as I think about him; but then I think to myself, dream on. I'm not good enough, and never will be."

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Poor Autumn. :( Possibly going to be an extract from the story, might put it in if I want to.