I woke up and got ready for the day. I want to hug Stella and tell her 'you're beautiful.' , but she's not mine and I don't know how she'll react. At 7:30 we all stood at the bus stop. She wore leggings and a pink shirt.
"Hi. " I walked up to her.
"Hey, Ben. " She smiled. I could tell it was a real smile, she smiled with her eyes. Her teeth were pearly white. I'm pretty sure my heart stopped. I couldn't breathe.
Dang girl you don't know what you do to me.
"How are you?" I asked.
"I could be better. I have felt worse though. You?"
"I don't know."
The bus came and I got on. Stella sat next to me. We talked for few minutes. Then someone ran their fingers through my hair. I forgot why I hate taking the bus. Myra Johnson.* She has beautiful light brown skin, but I do not care for her sass. She was sick on Friday but here she is. The one and only, Myra Johnson.
"Hey babe. " Her hands ran through my hair. She's very seductive.
"Hi... Myra. " I made sure I said that very monotone.
"Is this your girl friend?" Stella asked.
"Oh no no. " I panicked.
"It's not official yet. " Myra still played with my hair. I looked at Stella and shook my head. Mrya continued to speak. "So what's your name?"
"Stacy Penelope Whitman. " Yesterday she said he name was Stella Piper Whitman. What is going on here?
"Nice to meet you Stacy. You steal my mans, I steal your life...you're dead." She threatened Stacy/ Stella.
"I guess I'm already dead then. " Stacy snapped back.
"What? " Myra looked like she was going to hit her.
Stacy smiled, "Good Morning, Myra. " Myra slipped a curse word that I am not going to repeat and took her hands out my hair.
*view image. Image is of Myra.
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The Leftovers
Teen FictionI had become a leftover. I am nothing more than a plate of food he forgets about, And soon he will dispose of me. He comes to me when he is hungry for love, I feed him hoping he'll stay, But he leaves. Because that's all I am to him, Just a leftover.
