Jane waltzes over to me, "How was the
swim tryouts?" She cackled.
She laughed and laughed for eternity.
"I made the team." I smirk, making her stop.
"The girl's team!" She laughed
more, and I walked away.
I never liked talking to Jane.+ + + + +
MYSTERY POV
I SAW HIM
IN THE POOL.
HIS FACE FOR
AN ANGEL
AND HIS
SMILE WAS
FOR A KILLER.
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Pink isn't feminine
Fiction généraleYou can't be yourself when you're different from everyone else.