"Shut the hell up." I said out of angry, more like rage. She balled up her fist causing me to gradually move forward.
If she wanted to buck that's all she had to say. Christal the 'peace' maker stepped in. She smile sent icy shivers down my spine.
I bit my tongue holding back words I wanted to say. She glanced at me every so often before cheekily smiling and forcing me and Morgan to hug.
Our third fight this week was about God knows what all I could remember is her saying "You borrowed my shoes."
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India love
RomanceI wrote this story like a year ago excuse this crappy story there more in the making... My name Is India love westbrooks I am american but mixed with spanish, Asian and Creole. I am the youngest of my sisters but that just means all the attention. ...
