As the bus drove further and further, I could see more and more of them. More and more. Everywhere I looked they would emerge from the darkness. More and more. Like ants crawling over a piece of fresh fruit. Swarming.
I looked around not leaving any places unnoticed, like a bird stalking it's prey. Still, they emerged from the shadows - bodies like sticks and faces like stones. Sticks and stones.
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Sticks and Stones
Teen FictionHer town is already weird enough, but what happens when your life gets even weirder. Fléur doesn't expect it. Nobody does. Except maybe him, the thing, the choice, the one. Written by @isobelle03 and @lkj003 xx
