~Autumn's POV~
It's finally fucking Saturday. The most holy of days. I got out of my bed after my body decided it was ready to move and I feed my favorite little bird, Nike. She's named after my favorite greek goddess, the goddess of justice. I make another chapter for a book I'm writing. It's called What Could Go Wrong (😏). As the day goes by I get a text from Mia asking if we could hang out tomorrow. With a unnecessary blush I respond with a "wouldn't miss it".
It's fucking short I know. But hey did you see what I did up there😏
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What Can Go Wrong
Teen FictionWhen two best friends come out of the closet after seventeen years. What could go wrong?
