In a circle, me and my so-called friends are sitting on the floor playing truth or dare; a game well known in my high school. With a pink princess crown on my head, I have no idea why this is happening. Run, I say to myself, but all the girls are looking at me with a big smile on their face. I'm praying for this to end soon or to wake up in my bed. I can't do this. First of all, I'm not religious. Secondly, this is reality.
I have to become a boy's fetish for a month.
YOU ARE READING
i dare you
Teen Fictionit's all fun and games until someone decides to teach you how to play •strong language used•
