Zane. a hard, cold, monsterous bad boy we all love them don’t we?

My stomach contracted as he walked by, not so much as a side way glance. His hair was slick black, short cropped, you could tell he took pride within it. Followed by pixie ears and hollow brown eyes in which hid pain and memories. He had sharp cheek bones and a pointy chin.

He would be my doom, I gathered my things, and hurried to class. I didn’t have time to fantasise over boys. I ran towards the old rustic door, like what you would seen in a primary school. As I reached for the handle, I was greeted by the teacher. Who was also late for there own class.

As I walked in, my eyes landed upon my class, phone addicts. However among them was my best friend, Jessica.

She had dark red hair, which hung around her head in plats, she couldn’t stand her hair down as it felt like a giant weight on her head. She had thin lips that looked something like where the sky meets the sea.