My hair turns a disgusting brown as I walk into math class, I absolutely hate this class.
It then turns a curious orange when I see a new kid in my class with black hair.
"Hi, I'm Alana," I day sitting in the desk next to him.
"Noah," he says not facing me.
Out first few conversation went something like this, will short responses.
After about 2 weeks he started getting more comfortable with me though and I had seen a few other colors of hair.
"How come your hair is always black?" I ask hoping I'm not crossing a line.
"Can I trust you?"
"Of course," I replied.
"I going to need some help... hiding a body. My body. I made a deal with the devil and my ten years is up next month "
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No Tears For The Creatures Of The Night
De TodoJust a bunch of short stories that I write weekly for Instagram @/writers_write_words_ Please comment and vote! Thank you xoxo Picture is not mine
