That's when I notice the tears running down my cheeks. But this time instead of over a boy, they're racing over my safety.
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The Ride
Short Story"I give all my hopes up then. Because he was right. There was no one else to hear or help me, plus all the doors were locked and he had a gun. Only if there was a way..."
EIGHTEEN
That's when I notice the tears running down my cheeks. But this time instead of over a boy, they're racing over my safety.
