Arctic Tanner is nineteen years old. She's been through a lot, but we'll get to that later. She's a rebel. She goes out every night. She goes home with guys all the time. She never actually does anything with them though, she pops a sleeping pill in their drink. She may be a rebel but she's not a whore. She has a lot on her mind, not a lot of ways to express it all though. Not that she'd do that anyway. So she continues with the routine. Party, drink, find a guy, leave him hanging. And again and again and again. Then she'll visit her dad at the hospital.
"What's been going on?" he'll ask.
"Oh nothing much, the usual." she'll respond.
You know what they say, good girls are bad girls that haven't been caught.
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Arctic [ l.h ]
Fanfiction"I think that all this time.. I was looking at life through a telescope. Only looking at certain parts at a time. But once you take the telescope away, you realize there's so much more. There's you."
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