"hi, are you andrea?"
"depends. who's asking?"
"oh. right, my names walker-"
"and what does walker want with andrea?"
"i'm here to talk to you about my boyfriend, nash."
suddenly andrea began to hate everything about this girl.
"who are you again?"
"walker, nia walker."
"i'm not andrea, sorry. keep looking."
she grabbed her books and started to walk away. the image of the girl still perfectly there in her mind.
beauty, skinny, and nice.
everything andrea knew she was not.
YOU ARE READING
Cuts.
Cerita Pendeki drew a butterfly on my wrist, in hopes that this feeling would no longer persist, but things got bad and i started to cry, so the butterfly on my wrist had to die. once again i tried to set myself free, but it seems my thoughts have stolen the ke...
