Zeke leaves early because he has a date and I'm left to lock up shop.
Juggling a SATs book the size of Aiden's ego and unlabeled keys in one hand, I curse creatively at everyone and everything from the low lighting of the streets to a stupid manager who is incapable of simple organization.
"Man, my eyesight is not what it used to be." I, a 17 year old, grumble unhappily
I don't exactly register the trauma to the head; I don't feel the numbing darkness until it swallows me whole.
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Growing Up and Other Tall Tales
RomanceSometimes the best love stories begin with, "Who the fuck are you?" *** Lyra Donovan has been through enough hell and then some; so she enjoys the more predictable things in life. A good cup of coffee, sunsets and the fact that she hates math. Love...
