“Shana!” A chocolate brown hand waves in front of my eyes, behind it the worried face of my best friend Malachi Johnson. “Are you okay?” The taller boy’s face full of concern, full rosy lips formed in a slight pout, eyes thoroughly searching mine. I could never lie to those beautiful hazel eyes, so full of concern for something as worthless as me. I can’t stand it anymore. I break our gaze, focusing on something much more comforting, like the flawless cocoa- colored skin of his hand, now resting calmly on my arm. How could anyone ever hate something so beautiful, something so full of love, happiness and color. With a wistful smile, I

I see his eyebrows rise skeptically. I spot him try to gaze at my notebook from the corner of his eye, but I cover it quickly with my hand. “Not yet,” I grin. “It’s not finished.”

I let out a sigh of exasperation and throw my notebook to the ground making a frustrated growl. I jut can’t get past the wall. Malachi comes over, gives me a big hug and murmurs nonsense in my ear. He tells me not to give up, to keep on writing. After giving my hand a light and gentle squeeze, he picks my ratty notebook from the floor and drops it into my lap.

I smile weakly and open the notebook to a fresh page. I chew on the pen while staring at the paper, imagining everything I love about my best friend, everything I hope and dream for during my high school career, and my goal as an author. My chest rises up and down as I breathe to calm myself. Placing the pen in my trembling hand, I begin fresh and write my soul out onto that paper. I write long through the night, filling the blank white papers with my story- our story.

Suddenly, in a swift motion that would make even the fictional Harry Potter jealous, I swoop my journal up and uncap the expensive pe

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