It was another day of high school and James was late. He had spent twenty minutes fixing his hair. As the pretty boy ran, grabbing his backpack he sighed. "Another day of school." He said as he ran out of the door.
James was sixteen-years-old. He had chestnut brown hair and hazel eyes. He had been going to school ever since he had moved here. Then he had been running late every time.
James ran to the school and slipped into the classroom as the late bell rang. He sat in the back and sighed. Another long day.
James was sixteen-years-old. He had chestnut brown hair and hazel eyes. He had been going to school ever since he had moved here. Then he had been running late every time.
James ran to the school and slipped into the classroom as the late bell rang. He sat in the back and sighed. Another long day.