The Cliché Story

Prolouge

"His name is star

And I am twinkle

He said without me

He'd be simple

We're always dancing

In the night sky

Prancing and prancing

Never minding what's passing by"

I wrote with a simple ball-point pen with a piece of paper I found in my journal. When these two stouts came by and ripped it off.

They laughed and laughed saying I was a loser of a sort. I just shrugged them and kept on repeating the poem I just made

Then, after class I went to my normal area I looked around... The same as usual as I smell the wonderful books and the ink making my nostrils flare

I took a book titled "The Fault in Our Stars" and sat in the corner... My Corner and thought 'What would it be like if time stops for a while', 'Would they have grew old together?'

A lot was passing through my mind not noticing that there was a guy that sat in front of me