As I walk away fighting with myself because all my eyes wanna do is look up and have one more look at the stranger with the most beautiful blue eyes I’ve ever seen
Chapter 1
Am I dreaming?
Malaya
Who the hell is that? I’m trying to get cooking done and someone is knocking at my door.
Can’t I be alone? Its not like I’m unfriendly it’s just that females hate me. I don’t know why maybe it’s because I’m such a tom boy
And you would think that with me being such a tomboy that, I would hang out with guys right ?
Wrong for what ever reason guys like hanging out with me. But as soon as I’m friendly with them they start making fun of me and ask me out, they can’t possibly seriously be interested in me, so I believe they are mocking me.
Besides I haven’t really found anyone that I’m the slightest bit interested in.
That’s sort of a lie. There is one exception to that but I don’t even have the name of the stranger that I have named “Blue eyes”. Who I know I will never see again.
So I choose to be alone sometimes its better that way plus I’m already a freak, might as well endure things alone.