HaroldHarold Mitchell had been trying to write a story for his 9th grade English class for 2 hours now, but he hadn't written more than three paragraphs. He couldn't get his mind off a girl he was immensely attracted to. Every time he looked back at his paper, he found himself staring at the autumn leaves glimmering out on the freshly mowed lawn, thinking about Becky, and her beautiful face. Harold kept picturing Becky lying out on the hammock waving at him as the dark orange sun faded deeper and deeper into the horizon. Becky had long, brown hair that cascaded down her back like a waterfall, with many, gorgeous ripples and curls. Becky was a freshman also, but she was the complete opposite of Harold, she was cool, popular, rich, and everyone liked her. And most of all, she was pretty. To Harold, Becky was an angel.Harold by pbjaxson
Harold had been contemplating telling her of his lusting attraction for the whole weekend, and that Sunday nigh
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