I stared at my feet.
A rosy, welling toe prodded insitently at my worn, maroon shoes and rugged, ankle-high socks.
I tucked it soundly, and glanced up.
As did It.
My reflection, a frown-rudded jester dressed in only black-and-white, with the exception of glossy, ruby lips.
My lips, 'oh'-ed.
It didn't.
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Mother's House Of Horrors - Darius's Files
Mystery / ThrillerDarius L. Simmons is a sixteen, turning seventeen, year-old. Though he may be an occasional-okay, more than occasional-brat, he tries his best to sincerely annoy others around him. Sincerely. A brat, a clown, and a closeted pansexual, what's a boy i...
