Savannah (Capítulo 1)

I met a girl called Savannah.

She was fucking pretty. Like a fucking whole a lot. I even thought she was a freaking prostitute. Long legs, awesome hair. What the actual fuck.

«What the actual fuck.» Yes, yes, I told her that. And she just smiled. Like a fucking mind-reader.

«Ty.» She told me, and kept smiling.

Never in my whole life have I ever be more scared in my life.

I was in love.

And I was so fucking afraid of the world, but mostly, the world without her perception of it.

I met a girl called Savannah. I felt in love with a girl.