I love to read and I must have attempted to write a book about fifty times, literature is my favourite subject, I'm sixteen.. Hope you enjoy whatever I may write ????
I know, I know. I really know I should start revision. I should be sat at a table, books, papers, pens lead in front of me, ready for my exams in less than three weeks...
Tonight I'm feeling sorry for myself, I just want a boy to be bothered about me. A decent boy, someone who actually finds me "beautiful" someone who wants to spend time with me...
In that moment she knew that she'd been fooled, she bit her lip and squeezed her eyes together to try to trap the tears that were about to flood out like a downpour of rain. This was real.
Why do I like him still.