Bleachers
Where a misfit skips gym and a goody two-shoes slowly gets roped into doing the same.
It's always the same every year, that one dreaded day. February 14th. But, this year, ...
"i've got a gun for a mouth and a bullet with your name on it." this is the story of how they fell apart. [other #758 // short story #520]
and god, i love you. // inspired by "art class" by rhiannon mcgavin // #68 in poetry