Oliver s Twist
A Shotgun romance, or a twist of fate? Peter. I saw him on the first day of the second semester. Despite being in the same school for the previous one, I never one can remember if I saw him. However, this anomaly ended when I walked into the final gym semester of my high school career. Pushing open the door into the locker room, a pungent gale of teenage sweat assaulted my nostrils. Being early on purpose, I walked directly into the changing process of the previous class hour. Skinny,...