I share a room with Venita. The room had this light vibe of a library, I have never been to a library so I'm not really sure if I'm saying the truth or not. Venita is older and the bags under her eyes had enough bad days. Her reddish brown locks screamed ocean vibes, reaching her back. The number of locks on her hair was uncounted, it's too much she can't even keep it in one hairstyle, whether it'll be a bun or a ponytail, it's just too much for her to keep it together. She smelled like fresh fruits in a Sunday morning—I don't know what else to describe her scent.
On the first night, she lifted her dress to change for bed, on that moment, before her crazy voluptuous hair covered her back like a cape, I saw them, all of them, every single one, and I gasp holding my breath in. H-how!?
She noticed and said, "You afraid? Don't worry, little snail. It's just a small scratch."
I wasn't afraid, I just didn't know someone has a skin like mine. A skin so fragile.
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Girl In Trouble (Rush Rikes Saga Book 1)
Teen Fiction(RRS#1) The past swallowed me whole, it was dark, like the void of nothingness. They tell me to speak of it, but I refused. It consumes me, like poison, suffocating me till the very last part of me. I, Lanciette Brookes, vowed to keep my mouth close...
