Story sighed as she turned off her car when the clock hit eight in the evening. She hated the group meetings. Everyone was always so sad and complaining about dying. And the two instructors, as she'd heard from her bestfriend Luke, may be hot, but were very boring. "Be careful." Luke laughed at her as they made their way to the group. She'd only been once, way back when her hair had been gone and she'd no color to her already pale skin. Now her curly red hair went to just below her breasts and her skin was pinkened with sunburn.
Story didn't want to die. She wasn't ready.
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Sweater Paws {michael clifford}{completed}
Fiksi PenggemarHer green eyes shown with tears as she wiped her cheeks with her sweater paws. "I'm not ready to die."