It all started with a smile

What happens when you meet a guy that makes you smile? What happens when you fall in love with that guy that you know will never love you back? What happens when you build your walls up so high that you don't see what's really going on? What happens when he tries to remove the wall, brick by brick? Will you push him away? Will you break his heart? Or...Will you let him show you what love really is? Find out in "It all started with a smile"


1. That smile

Great, yeah, my life is absolutely great. You guys probably don't even care about my life, but yeah. It all started like every morning, I woke up really late and had to rush to school on my bike, but not before my new foster dad gave me a sandwich which was filled with mayonnaise, and that's the only thing I really hate. But I wasn't surprised, I mean he met me just yesterday. Yes I don't know my parents, thanks for asking, since I was a baby I lived in the orphanage, I didn't knew for better, and I still don't know, I've been thrown in and out of my foster parents lives for the majority of my life, so I kinda got used to being alone, not talking, not bonding, because sooner or later they're just gonna leave me. The reason why they always gave me back is because they either got a child of their own or they just simply didn't want me anymore, they always said that I wasn't the girl they wanted. 

At the beginning it was hard to be thrown out and be told I wasn't good enough, but it all started being normal, like saying "Hello" I was used to those words, I'm not gonna lie it hurt everytime, but everytime a little less. So my home today is being owned by this guy that doesn't have a wife or a kid of his own so I live with him, that's practically the only thing I know about him. And yeah, he works in a small building that makes this local newspapers. I live in Minessota now, so yaay, it's always cold here, and it's snowing when it shouldn't. It's September and the school year just started, and I'm in my third year of high school, and I'm the new kid. I really never fit in anywhere, because even if someone wanted to start to know me, I would be gone already. 

I stepped inside the huge, unknown school and walked slowly towards the principal, I walked around for days, or so its seemed and walked inside the principal's office. The bald old man greeted me with a hand shake and told me to sit down, as so I did.

"So miss Johnson, welcome to Jefferson High School, I hope you'll like it here, we have all sorts of classes and as I can see here you like drawing, these are nice painting miss Johnson" He said and looked at the pictures the orphanage sent him, those were my painting that I did for the art gallery, I really loved them, but since then I stopped. I got so much negative comments in school and everyone pushed me around because I got the chance to show my work to the whole city, I hated bullies, they said words that hurt people, and they didn't even care. I snapped out of my thinking and just nodded and said quietly:

"Thanks", he smiled and showed off his perfectly white teeth. He saw that I wasn't really that talkative and he handed me the schedule and said simply:

"Good luck miss Johnson" and I fake smiled at his direction and walked out. I slowly examined the map of the area and remembered most of the school only by seeing it. I walked to the classroom "15" and walked in. Everyone looked at me weird as I sat down without introducing myself, I hated that.

"So you must be Tamara Johnson" the young and handsome teacher said and I nodded without saying anything. The class was quickly over and I noticed how girls acted around the teacher, they were flirting with him and stuff, and he, as I could tell, was uncomfortable. Soon school was over and I rushed out of school. I kinda liked this school, the art program was amazing, and I was so hesitant to sign up for it, but didn't. I didn't want more negative comments and things in my life. I started walking towards my new home as I saw a really beautiful boy walk around with a camera and speak, he was smiling so widely and laughing to himself, most people probably thought he was mad, but I thought he was lucky.

He could smile without caring, he was carefree. At least that how it seemed, I got this strong urge to get to know him, see why he's smiling and laughing. As he walked closer to me and walked by me I glanced at him and he glanced back smiling wider. I looked away and walked in front of me and turned around seeing him looking back at me. We both looked away and I blushed slightly and smiled. But for real this time. Who was that boy? And how did he made me smile so easily?

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