As shocking as it might be, my first day at the new school wasn’t bad at all. I got to meet this crazy sweet girl who started calling me her best friend, and asked me a bunch of personal questions about Adian. According to her, Adian and I are the perfect couple, even though she hasn’t even seen him yet.
Now, she stood by my side, rocking back and forth on her heels, whistling. She was three or four inches shorter than me, only because I am quite tall for my age. Farah is fifteen years old, and her brother is seventeen.
“Oh, he is here!” she clapped her hands.
We both watched Adian slide of the driver’s seat with his black sunglasses on, wearing a black t-shirt and ripped black jeans, along with his Doc Martins. This was his trademark look, which he wore at least four times a week. H
