Emmaline is beautiful. Long brown hair thick at the top and stringy at the end. When she curls her hair it bounces and when she straightens it, it waves. She reads books and writes stories. Spends days in her room. She is my best friend. We love music. We listen to rap and pretend we can. She laughs at my jokes and comes to my locker every morning and we talk. I yell she laughs, I take forever and we have the messiest lockers. We say the same things at the same time and think it's the coolest thing in the world. She falls for boys but never in love. Don't make her mad. Don't cancel on her. Don't break her heart. She'll tell you she's upset and doesn't want to hear your jokes; but don't give up. She says things like nautical and neat. Her favorite colors are burgundy and baby blue.
She is wonderful.
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This Town Of Ours
Teen FictionSix people. A spur-of-the-moment trip. An old friend. Coffee shops. Decorative pillows. New york. Three relationships. Two nights. One death. Six people.
