mini story!

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SO. I'm testing out my testing out my writing skills and i'm going to write a little story. I think i've enjoyed writing stories but never really wrote a full fledged one but no times better than the present. so here i go!

He leans on the locker, calm, cool, collected, talking with friends. The afternoon feels lazy, tired, hot, but refreshing. School's over, no more teachers droning on, no more schedule controlling every second that passes by. It's time for relaxation, for rest, for play. So he leans on his locker, chatting away. then he spots her. Walking down the hall, looking tired and weary but stunningly beautiful. The purpose of life should be to discover her secret. How does she do it? How does she keep her aura uplifting? Charming? Captivating? What's the answer? He tries to keep the facade, brain churning like an engine, chest thumping like drums, stomach rolling like a kid down a hill. Time slows. What should he say? What is she thinking? What would she say? She's coming closer. He opens his mouth, lips ready to speak, hand ready to wave. Then, she passes by. No word is said. No hand is waved. He wonders, what went wrong? What just happened? How did he miss it? He watches as she walks away. Lightly stepping, Gently moving. She's farther off now. He comes back to reality. The friends are still there. He talks again, joking, laughing, chattering. He looks one more time but she's gone. Maybe next time.