By year two, our audacious exploits (missions) left Red admonished quite severely. But not me? Because I was young, petite, female and 'easily mislead'.
It pained me almost as much as him when he fell into our room, bruised and groaning.
The people who ran the camps - ex military generals and other violent characters - believed that Red's rebellious character and appealing physiognomy had me acquiesce immediately.
It was true (even to me as a 12 year old) that Red was attractive, undeniable so. He was a collage of round blue eyes, dark wavy hair, and sun-kisses skin.
Even the punishing labour at the camp that seemed to utterly crush the other children, left Red still glowing.
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Teen FictionHe promised he'd come back. It's been 3 years. I just want him back. (A/N THIS STORY IS COMPLETED.) (Also, this not a long story. The chapters are short and the story itself is short. Enjoy!)
