Hej mensen, ik heb nog nooit echt een verhaal geschreven dus eh ja, dit is het dan 
Ik heb nog maar een klein stukje gedaan, ik ben benieuwd of er vraag is naar een Engels verhaal. Dus, graag reacties, als je iets niet snapt mag je gewoon hier zetten maar mag je ook pm-en ofzo 
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He called me today. He said he missed me. I didn’t miss him… He said he thought about me all day long. I didn’t think about him… He said he wanted to see me. I don’t want to see him… I’m afraid. Not of what he will do to me, but of what he will do to himself. I keep trying to push myself away from him but he keeps pulling me harder. I think I really did love him. Maybe not in love’s best way, but certainly in a way. I don’t know what happened, the feeling just kind of passed… It hasn’t returned yet, so I don’t think it will. How to tell him is the hard part.
I’m all he has… His mother passed away giving birth to him, his father and he can’t get along. He sits in his room all day long. By himself. He has a sister, a younger sister, but she’s never there. I have been dating Dan for 7 months now, and I have only seen his sister six times. Seven times actually, I once saw here in the city and we said hi.
At first I didn’t even recognize her, she’s the kind of type that changes style every month. Since they do have a lot of money, that’s very easy to do. Dan never changes style. He hardly buys any new clothes at all. “What’s the use”, he says. “Ain’t no one gonna like me better when my clothes look cooler.” Personally I don’t agree with him. Clothes tell you something about a person, and first impression is very important.
I can’t remember my first impression of Dan anymore. Didn’t really notice him in the beginning. He was a new kid in our school. I didn’t much like the look of him, though a lot of girls did. We were in the 9nth grade, the last year of junior high school. I was in love with Christian back then, though he never really noticed me. Dan did notice me, but I didn’t notice him. Even though he noticed me, he did have a lot of girlfriends. Maybe to make me jealous, I don’t know. It didn’t make me like him more, it just amazed me so many girls liked him. Then he came op to me one day and said: “I like your shoelaces.” I was wearing black shoelaces that day so I thought he was joking. “I mean the ones you wore yesterday,” he said. I noticed his cheeks grew red. I wondered why. I wore bright green shoelaces yesterday. I asked myself why he knew which shoelaces I wore yesterday, and why he didn’t say anything about it yesterday. So I asked him. “Well… It’s kind of hard to not notice them actually,” he said. He had a point there, so I said, “Well okay, thank you.” I waited for a moment and when he didn’t say anything I decided to keep on doing what I was doing, which was packing my things in my bag. When I looked up again he was already gone.
When I got home I thought I should say something nice back, assuming he wasn’t joking at the time. So, next day in school I walked up to him and said: “I like your schoolbag. Your patches are really cool,” which wasn’t a lie because I really did like his patches. “Thanx,” he said. I smiled and said: “You’re welcome.” For a while we were just standing looking at each other, and just when I decided to walk away he started: “D’you… Would you… Like to eh, like, hang out with me some time?”
I thought for a while, he was kind of cute up close so I said “Yeah, all right.”
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