"Loner is not a lonely" Leo a loner boy with a tragic past, lives his life like the way he wants, no one talks with him, he doesn't talk with anyone and he thrives on loneliness. With his unique mindset, he has the ability to judge people on their behaviour and tell how human relations work at an instinctual level. But he's loner life is about to be in a turmoil when he meets a beautiful and hot girl called Chelsea who, with a mindset completely opposite of Leo, with ability, even she has yet to discover but is pulled back by her shortcomings. (she couldn't talk with people lol, she has what we call anthrophobia) Join this funny journey where a loner teaches a lonely to become social. PEEPs, yeah that's what I'll call ya. I want to give your honest opinions in the comments and let's play a game where you could talk with my characters as a readerXCharacterOfmybook in the chats lol. It'd be fun... Thank you
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Elliot Hamper. An ordinary nobody with a not so ordinary past. Trying to live out her life as quietly as possible and eventually escape from her abusive families clutches. But three people seem to keep getting in the way of her roughly planned future. Number 1: Kevin Wright, a handsome rich boy who won the titles golden boy, teachers pet and the school heart throb. A psychopath Eliot must do everything to avoid. Number 2: George Dame, the schools notorious bad boy. Known by most for his talent to bring misery to anyone who got on his nerves. Someone who carries misery onto anyone who gets close to him. Number 3: Mr Nathaniel, the ordinary business teacher, with hands stained in blood. They were the people she tried to avoid more than anyone but somehow they got tangled up in her daily schedule.
Poetry ••• Aimless. I guess that's what I am. There's no place I'd like to arrive at. So that makes me aimless. My feet start to ache. I don't want to walk anymore. I'm so very tired you see. I'm urged to keep on moving. Even if it's painful. I want to stop and ponder. Maybe think of where I'll end. What will happen if my feet grow roots. They usher me forward. Hands pushing against my back. I don't want to walk anymore. Upon this dusty path. My feet are dirty and tired you see. Good sir, please allow me rest. I'm urged to keep on moving. Regardless of my health. Since they push me to walk forward. I guess that I'll walk sideways. Aimlessly in the dust. I guess that's what I am. Aimless.
A question came to me during a reset. A question that has started bleeding through my veins. A question I whisper over and over in my sleep. A question you think I am asking passively. But it stitches into me, coiling around my being. A question I keep asking because it doesn't make sense. All that is left of the world is a city. She is the only person left. She doesn't know what happened, where the people went, why there is no life. You are there. But who are you? Where are you?
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