"A cold, bitter feeling of dread latched itself to my throat, as I forced yet another lie out of my mouth. I hated every word that spilled, a flurry of nonsense, lie after lie. What was this boy doing to me? And why on Earth was I letting him?"
- Gabrielle Marshal
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Teen FictionHe was leaning up against the wall of the bus stop, his muscular arm above his head, his jet black hair was messy as the wind scraped past it as well. "You're surprisingly good at avoiding people," He stated, the deepness of his voice shocked me;...
