Leo Fiddlefirn
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2(TW!! SH)
Its been 3 months.
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3 months since it happened, the day you thought was you're last. You thought no one cared about you, and maby they still don't, but instead the people try to hide it better. 3 months ago you were found on the floor of a public bathroom, a knife in you're hand, blood on the floor.
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Now its 3 months later, after the incident, as others call it. Right after all of it you're parents who once ignored you're existence now payed to much attention to you, not letting you leave the house, not letting others over, but over a simple 3 months its turned worse. No one can come over, you're grades must be 100, you must never complain. or elce they will h!t and @bu$e you. At school isn't better; you hide you're scares, from you're parents, you're emotions from life, the marks the knife left. People who used to secretly hate you still do, but now have a fake sympathy for you. They ask if youre fine and then wisper about the short response. what used to be outright bullying is now hidden behind fake smiles and sympathy. Right as you were about to attempt once again, someone new arrived at the school.
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Leo Fiddlefirn. A ritch boy who came to the school and was instantly popular, but you couldn't care less. His black hair, sparkling eyes, and strangely casual mood was a magnet for crushes. His shockingly high grades, kind smile, and being great at sports was a magnet for the friends. But of all the people he drew to him, only one cought his eye. The one who scribbled in notebooks in the corner. The one with the baggy sweaters. You.
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About Leo! 6'1, ritch, looks like the photo, bi.
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About u! anything, girl, boy, neither, both, carrot, you name it, idc.
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thanks so much for reading all of this, I take suggestions in the comments, have fun!
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(Sorry for typos!)
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