Luke Hemmings
I waited by the bench again today. I was waiting for Brea to come, to arrive.
Oh, look. My eyes followed the bright red car as it stopped in front of the school, a happy Brea jumping out of the car.
She looked a bit different today. She still looked pretty. I like her.
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Deleterious Makeup /A short story/ (l.h)
Dla nastolatków"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...
