Axcel Allen
It was a crisp Monday morning, and the school gates were bustling with students rushing to make it to class on time. Among them was Ana, a shy and studious girl who had overslept that morning. She was running as fast as she could, her backpack bouncing against her back, when she collided with someone. "Ouch!" (Name), rubbing her forehead where she had hit the other person. "I'm sorry," a deep voice said. "Are you okay?" (Name)looked up and saw a tall, handsome boy with dark hair and piercing blue eyes. He was wearing a school uniform and a badge that read "President." "I'm fine," (name) said, blushing. "I'm just late for class." The boy looked at his watch. "You have five minutes," he said. "You better hurry." Name nodded and started to run again, but the boy called out to her. "Wait!" he said. "What's your name?" Name stopped and turned around. "Name," she said. The boy smiled. "I'm Axcel," he said. "I'm the president of the student council." Name eyes widened. "Oh
About Axcel Allen
It was a crisp Monday morning, and the school gates were bustling with students rushing to make it to class on time. Among them was Ana, a shy and studious girl who had overslept that morning. She was running as fast as she could, her backpack bouncing against her back, when she collided with someone. "Ouch!" (Name), rubbing her forehead where...Read more