Dear Neigbour

ght of him to be a little bit on the extra side of the line. She was surprised when he had treated her with kindness and had continued to play her songs for her over and over again. She knew somehow

en at some point. It was not different that Thursday morning as she cheerily prepared for school. She had noticed he was never there in the mornings but afternoons were something

ing alone up until the end of the class on the specific corner that had been designated for her. She had wanted nothing more than for the ground to swallow her when she heard the lecturer being keen on forming groups and even paired her with a group of seemingly rich kids. She hated rich kids, she detested them with every inch of her body that had

ted introducing themselves and she kept silent her eyes avoiding everyone else with the hope that if she did not look at them then they would not notice who she really was. Maybe if she pretended just long enough she would fit in and not even a soul would know her for who she really was. When it was her turn, she smiled before she responded,

everyone introduced up before she waited to hear from their group leader what her assignment was. She wanted to handle it alone and just submit it to the group and she was lucky that she was given her own topic to handle. Nothing could have made her happier than she was at that moment, finding out that she had that opportunity. She kept glancing at the clock and the leader waiting for the

pus where the smoking zone was. She needed to calm her breathing as well as her soul and nothing helped her to that regard more than her cigarette and its sweet scent. She found an empty bench under a huge tree and sat down sighing while she did. She took out a cigarette and her lighter, popping it into her mouth and lighting i

had had. She had wanted to crawl inside his hood and feel his warm skin against hers. She sighed before taking a puff. That boy would be the death of her. She knew with certainty that she was falling slowly in love with him even without knowing him or what he looked like. All she had to go on was his voice and name. That sweet baritone that had he

or them both to sit. She looked at the girl in question from the side of her eye before taking a puff from her cigarette and blowing off the air that had accumulated in her lungs together with the smoke. She stole a glance at the girl finding her busy on her phone with air pods on her ears. she sighed with relief while sh

walking down the steps towards the girl as she got into the car. Lucky for her the car had not moved hence she found herself once again in a position she had not expected as she was forced to face the older woman. She was lucky that the woman was kind and had already taken a

rom the car and smile before giving a small wave. Finally someone had treated her like the human she was. Even though they had barely spoke there was some kind of understanding that passed between them. She made her way towards the exit

he had made it home. Suddenly she felt some kind of desire surge through her. She wanted to see him, to meet him and maybe spend sometime with him. He was the only other friend that she had. Not that he knew it but she was satisfied with the one sided affection that she held towards him. She heard him whistling to a tune th

about the call. She had however not expected the next thing he said. She knew she had been silent and discrete therefore he did not know she was sitting there but the words he said led he

new that her heated cheeks were turning red. A goofy smile creeped onto her face and for another time she wished she had met him face to