I bolt upright, my eyes wide, heart beating. Sweat drenched my sheets. I look around. My eyes find my nightstand and then the clock that sat atop it. It read 6:57. I contemplated on going to school. I had been skipping for four days. Any longer and I'd be expelled from my high class school. I sighed.
I flipped my light switch and headed over to my closet. I found my uniform under a pile of clothes. I quickly through it on. I jumped over to the mirror and stared at my reflection. I had always gotten called a pretty boy and I understood why. If I ever decided to get my shit together, I could easily become a very pricey model. I decided to leave my dirty blond hair messy, waved strands flying out in random places. I go upstairs and check the time. 7:15. I put on a black pair of vans and grab my backpack and run out of the door.
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He left me blood red rose
RomansJasper Princeton was alone. He lost the ability to love and is often reminded of his horrific past. Emory Thomson just moved in next door. Hiding her depression is easy for her now. She is, however, innocent and curiouse and often willing to...
