A little girl's letter to her dad, praying he just might see it.

this is how you annoy the sh** outa people when you are in elevators :3

Right now, I'm squatting in a pile of human waste, desperately trying to get a signal on my phone. My friends are watching me reluctantly, their faces stained with blood and what I only hope is dirt. The light from my phone is illuminating their faces, casting light on the looks of horror that I have come to know all too well. My best friend is cradling her left arm, bandaged with a torn piece of cloth in hopes of stopping the blood flow. My sister can barely walk, and I think her hand is broken. She looks on the verge of tears. As we calm down, catching our breaths, I give up looking at my phone. I slowly turn to them, my own face crusted with blood. I look at each of them, one by one. "Ok, who got bitten?"

"Everybody has a dirty little secret." "Yes, but mine can kill." Courtney Flint has kept her distance from the person she wanted to hate most in the world: Draco Malfoy. She hated the person he had turned into, but when she is paired with him for a school project, she couldn't help but fall for him. He seemed to be falling as well, which made Courtney suspicious of him when he started to play games with her. When his secret is revealed, can she trust him? Can she trust herself not to fall in love with him?