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Run. Run away. I carried my legs as at fast as they could take me. That wasn't good enough, considering Hannah was hot on my heels.
"Morgan! Morgan, wait!" Hannah called from behind. Her voice was closer along with her footsteps...
Go away. I didn't say it aloud. I pushed my feet harder against the tile floor, forcing bigger strides to reach my locker. When I reached my locker, I didn't hesitate to haul the swinging door open. What slowed me down, was the struggle with the combination. "Come on!" I hissed at the
lifeless lock.
My fingers fumbled, as they viciously turned the little black and white knob back and forth. "Morgan." Hannah whispered, panting. I whipped around, and gulped. "What..the..hell..happened?" she asked, gasping between breaths. She bent down, resting her hands on her knee's.
I crossed my arms over my chest, and locked my eyes with Hannah's. I watched as a strand of hair fell from behind her ear.
"Morgan, tell me." Hannah groused. I rolled my eyes, and dropped my arms. I spin around to face my locker.
How could I possibly tell you? I grumbled inwardly as I retry my combination. "I can't!" I cry aloud, yanking my locker door open. I slide my bag off my shoulder, and stuff it onto my locker. "Morgan-," Hannah begins, placing a reassuring hand on my shoulder, "you can tell me anything."
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The Wrong and Right's.
Teen FictionAlex Smith is a senior at Springfield high school. He get's girls easy. All he has to do is run his fingers through his hair, and wrinkle his nose-somehow revealing his freckles. He uses girls for his advantage. When he feels the emptiness in his st...
