I biked over to Quinn's house, about two blocks away from the park. When I got there, the only lights on in the house were the ones in her room. Her parents were away on a romantic cruise for the first few days of winter break. I don't know why, but Quinn's parents were always away. The had an excuse for every vacation. I once heard from a teacher that "the naked city has a thousand stories." He was a cool teacher.
I rang the doorbell, and Quinn answered the door right away. It was awkward. I just stood in the doorway while she cried. And then I did something I never thought I would do. I slammed the door in her face.
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The Bystander
Teen FictionUntil high school, Simone was just a normal girl. She was popular, good at sports, and could sing. And when I say sing, I mean REALLY sing. She pursued her dreams of going to high school with her best friend, Quinn. People called them the "dynamic d...
