𝘼 𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙨 𝙣𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝘽𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙠𝙡𝙮𝙣...
𝘼 𝙬𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙣 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙖 𝙗𝙧𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙗𝙖𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙗𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙝𝙖𝙞𝙧 𝙤𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙤𝙤𝙧.
"𝙃𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙤" 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙛𝙖𝙘𝙚
𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙞𝙡𝙩𝙨 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙖 𝙨𝙚𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠𝙨 𝙖𝙩 𝙢𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙘𝙠.
"𝘼-𝘼𝙣-𝘼𝙣𝙖𝙞𝙨" 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙖𝙞𝙙 𝙜𝙖𝙨𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙜
"𝘾𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙞𝙣" 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙖𝙞𝙙 𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙗𝙗𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙮 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙
"𝘿𝙞𝙙 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙗𝙤𝙙𝙮 𝙛𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙤𝙬 𝙮𝙤𝙪? 𝙒𝙝𝙤 𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪"
"𝙉𝙤𝙗𝙤𝙙𝙮" 𝙞 𝙢𝙪𝙢𝙗𝙡𝙚𝙙
"𝙔𝙤𝙪, 𝙄𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙖?"
"𝙔𝙚𝙨" 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙙
"𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙚, 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙤𝙣 𝙥𝙖𝙥𝙚𝙧" 𝙄 𝙢𝙪𝙢𝙗𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚𝙨
𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠𝙨 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙢𝙚.
"𝙔𝙚𝙨 𝙄 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙞𝙩'𝙨- 𝙞𝙩'𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙬𝙖𝙮" 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙖𝙞𝙙 𝙘𝙖𝙩𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝 𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙘𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩
"𝙃𝙤𝙬 𝙙𝙞𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙢𝙚?"
"𝙈𝙮 𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙨"
"𝙃𝙤𝙬 𝙙𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚-"
"𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙨𝙠 𝙖 𝙡𝙤𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨, 𝙄 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙄 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙗𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙖𝙨𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨" 𝙄 𝙨𝙖𝙞𝙙 𝙗𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙠𝙡𝙮
"𝙍𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩, 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙨𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙮 𝙄'𝙢 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩- 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙖𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙨 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙞𝙣 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙢𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙄'𝙢 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩- 𝙬𝙖𝙞𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙞𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙚𝙚𝙩 𝙈𝙤𝙝𝙖𝙢𝙢𝙚𝙙-"
"𝙄 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩, 𝙄'𝙢 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙮 𝙝𝙚'𝙨 𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙄'𝙢 𝙣𝙤𝙩" 𝙄 𝙨𝙞𝙩 𝙨𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙣 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙨
"𝙄- 𝙢𝙮 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙨, 𝙙𝙞𝙙𝙣'𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙖 𝙙𝙖𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙚𝙧...𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙘𝙚𝙙" 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙖𝙞𝙙 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙣
"𝙎𝙤 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙙𝙤𝙚𝙨 𝙈𝙧. 𝙊𝙨𝙗𝙤𝙧𝙣𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙝𝙢𝙢?" 𝙄 𝙝𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙚𝙙
YOU ARE READING
𝙁𝘼𝙉𝙀𝙏𝙊/ᴍɪʟᴇꜱ ᴍᴏʀᴀʟᴇꜱ ᴇ-42
Teen Fiction"ɢᴀꜱ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪ ꜱᴍᴏᴋᴇ, ɴɪɢɢᴀ" hey yallll thank you for even tuning tf in. If you haven't read my Hobie Brown one go read that too. *DARK MODE PLEASE*
