Drip. Drip. Drip.
My small hands fumbled over the drink dispenser as I watch the fizzy orange liquid drop into the cup. I take the cup and lift it up to my lips, slowly drinking the contents. There is only small drops left in the cup by the time I finish. Though the last drops would not solve even a mouse's thirst, I drink the last drips. She doesn't like it when I waste food and water.
Liv dances around the floor, holding the caramel brown bear by it's wrists and spinning it around. She may be twelve, but she loves the bear to bits.
"Time to play.......Drum roll please......SPIN THE BOTTLE!"
Sydney's loud voice pierced the obnoxious sound of the thumping music. Everyone chatters and takes a seat. I hesitate. She doesn't like it when I play these games.
Kyle sat beside me, his ebony hair combed to the right ever so carefully. I watch his warm brown eyes scan the wide room. I think of how dear I hold this boy. I must stop though. She doesn't like it when I think these things.
Caleb spins the large,empty soda bottle. It spins round and round. How dizzy it must be. The nose of the bottle lands at my feet. A symphony of "oooh" filled the room. Caleb moves towards me, licking his lips while smiling a wide grin. The lights turn off and a deathly scream echoes throughout the hall. She doesn't like Caleb.
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Not an Accident
Mystery / ThrillerOriginal story by @AphmauLover101010 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I never wanted to go to the sleepover. She told me I should. She told me I would see beautiful things. I didn't want to go. She wanted to go. We went to the sleepover.
