she made her way to her house after music,
the only half decent class she thought there to be in school,
besides art, of course.
she was prepared for what awaited her at home,
which, she assured herself,
weren't kind gestures.
but it was okay.
because she didn't plan on staying here much longer.
YOU ARE READING
him her
Teen Fiction'they're kind of dead, sir' short story #131 t.f #663 2014 [currently 372 in ss)