The tempermental teen picked up a little rucksack sitting on a chair. It looked empty, sagging at the bottom. The shoulder straps were a light husky brown. The material was a light dusty blue, it set off a vintage hum. Tiny white daisies were freckled across it.
The teen dramatically threw it across her shoulders. She turned, facing me. Her eyes flickered a little bit of recommendation but then they were hard and lifeless once more. Looking down, she pulled her sleeves down. Covering scars that were hand made.
I followed her, out of the school and along the black and white streets. Everything looked the same but one house stood out the most. A small pastel yellow cottage sat humblily at the end. Lillies and roses greeted them, the smell was fernomonal. Bee's were practically jumping for joy at this chance.
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Bird's Eye View
Ficção AdolescenteMeet Shadow. A white sparrow. A bird that has a crazy fetish. She likes stalking. But not your usual type of stalking. She stalks red head teens that have problems. Anger issues, boyfriends and school. That's where Sydney comes into the picture. A a...
