Imogen
"Stanton!" I laugh, almost unable to spit out my words. "Imogen!" he mocks, laughing along. I look at his feet. He has on blue and orange Nikes. His jeans fit him weird. I was in the midst of being held upside down, draped over his shoulder. We were at the crowded arcade. "Stanton! Don't drop her! You'll smear her freckles!" I hear Dylan coo out, Stan's best friend. He always thought my freckles were drawn on and fiery red hair dyed. "Her hair will drip off."Ollie calls, my best friend. All of a sudden, my body feels heavy. My hands start slipping, and I hear someone in the distance yell. "Catch her!' But blackness surrounds me, whole and real as ever.
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Fighting For Breath
Teen FictionImogen May seems to have the perfect life. An overly amazing boyfriend, a best friend who stuck with her through thick and him, and parents who are literally the coolest people ever. She even appears to be the picture of perfect health. Full, gorgeo...
