Luke Hemmings
I walked in school. The loud noise of screaming teenagers filled the air. I sat down on the black wooden bench by the school, waiting for her to arrive.
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Deleterious Makeup /A short story/ (l.h)
Ficção Adolescente"My face, its what I paint everyday just for him to notice me. A simple white canvas is horrible, might as well paint over it… with makeup" A Short story on how a girl named Brea cakes her face with makeup just for a guy named Luke Hemmings to notic...
