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-Brigid Simon
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Buzz. My phone vibrated in my pocket. I flipped it open when I realized it was Mitchy. Mitch Talon was my sluttish best friend. So many guys wanted her and though we were the complete opposites when it came to relationships and what not, we had the greatest fun when put together. Unlike Mitchy though I choose not to mess around with guys too much. I’ve done some stuff; I won’t get into detail, but let’s just say I’m still a virgin, for now. I wasn’t a bad kid, I got decent grades, didn’t go out a lot, I’m pretty normal and I was in some honor classes. There is this one unusual fact about myself. I choose not to show emotion, at all. Some people are always mad or always happy. Some people are emotional whenever, but I don’t like announcing my feelings to the public everyday so I keep my poker face on at most times. I used to be a joyous child that loved to smile and imagine until…an incident occurred.
My phone vibrated again in my hand, “Shello,” I officially claim ownership over the word ‘shello’, “What’s up Mitch.”
“Hey Rayne Bow, mind if I come over and chill for a bit?” Rayne Bow, one of my many nicknames that I didn't particularly like being called, but my actual name is Rayne.
“Don’t you have someone to fuck?” I laughed to myself, I always joked with her about her many boy toys, “I’m kidding, but you can come in like two hours because me and my mom are going over to hang with the new neighbors and I’m baking my triple layer brownies right now.
“Ooo save me some please. New neighbors? Do these neighbors by chance have a cute son?”
“Already Mitchy, really? You can’t wait until I at least meet my neighbors. Already thinking about banging their son. Not cool girl.”
“Hey, you know me,” I heard her giggle softly, “Okay, so I’ll be over there in two hours. Cool I spend the night as well?”
“Of course my dear.”
“Thank you love.” I went back to my cooking. I hoped these neighbors weren’t allergic to nuts,then they wouldn’t be able to eat my fabulous brownies. The brownies were in the oven cooking now so went over to where my mom was sitting on the couch. She was looking at some photos in the photo album. I looked over her shoulder; it was a picture of my mom when she was super young and some chick posing for the camera. They looked adorable, I had to admit.
“Awe, mom who’s that chick next to you?”
“Honey, that’s my best friend from high school, Lenona. I miss that girl. I can’t wait to see her again. We had the best of times. We were in inseparable all throughout school. There was this one time when me and her went streaking at the football pep rally. And another time when we hung our panties on the flag pole. Oo Ooo and the time we took a picture of our ‘down there’ and sent it to our princ---” My mom was like a little five year old girl sometimes when she got excited or a squealing teenager.
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Impassive
Teen FictionRayne Bowen was a happy child, but a tragic event happened that scarred her for the rest of her life. Now at the age of 16 she's emotionless. You can barely catch her a with a smile on her face. With the new boy in her neighborhood getting so close...