The next three days were horrible. I got no sleep whatsoever and I guess Megan was still ticked about the whole library thing. Sorry not sorry. I knew she was ticked but I never in my wildest dreams would have guessed she would have taken it this far.
I walked silently to my car. Today wasn't as bad as the previous days. I just wanted to go home. Four more days. Just four more days. I had almost made it to my car when a strong hand grabbed my wrist. I spun around to be face to face with...you guessed it. Megan. "Hello there." She sneered. Her grip tightened. A large boy lingered behind her. I recognized him. Darrell Wallace. He was on the football team. Oh dang. I'm in for it now. #Regrets
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New York- Where Dreams are Made
General FictionCharlotte Spencer is a small town girl. She dreams her entire life of going to New York. Her life in the town she grew up in isn't exactly all sunshine and rainbows. She struggles to make it out of the horrid place and fight her way to the top. S...
