Mollie decided that she'd go skating after work. It was within walking distance.
Last night, she had forgotten to set her alarm, and woke up ten minutes before Bea picked her up to go to work. However, she didn't care. It was Marcus' day to take the car.
When Bea pulled up, Mollie said bye to her brother and got into her friend's truck.
"Girl, you're not even wearing the right clothes. You look like shit." She adjusted the music volume, as she eased on the gas.
Mollie swallowed, not saying a word, "I could use a good Smoothie King right now."
She looked down at her blue shirt and leggings. She couldn't care less what Spencer thought of her right now. The only thing that ran through her mind was 2:00. End time.
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Mollie
General FictionA mostly dark-skinned girl in her early twenties gracefully danced on the ice with her black skates. She held a harsh view on the world, but the moment she stepped on the ice, all of those thoughts disappeared. The only thing she didn't tune out whi...
