My breathing was hard, harder than diamond. My lungs running from the adrenaline rush of my sprinting feet. Frigid rain poured on top of my head dripping down my body, in such a hurry to hit the ground. I smiled for what felt like the first time. I laughed hysterically and bent down breathing heavily. I slung my heavy backpack over my shoulder and pried off my soaking wet hair, plastered to my forehead. My choppy bangs poked my fingers. I walked home smiling that day, the day I left.
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Losing The Stars And Accepting The Light
Teen FictionCheyanne-Evanora Roberts is a wiccan witch, shes a freshmen this year, she had to swap schools because she was brutally bullied at her middle school and had to get away from the people who hurt her. They called her cow because of her vitiligo. They...
