He rolls his eyes, but gives me a content smile that comforts me.  “The way you act, the way you dress...which may I add looks like you’re trying way to hard to fit in with that preppy dress.” I self-consciously wrap my arms around my chest, a desperate attempt to cover it up.  “Really?” He puts his hands up.  “Again, others wouldn’t be able to tell.  The only reason I can is because I used to act like that too, until I decided to live the dream.” “What dream?” “Of being me.”

Just some small, short stories I've written :) thx for reading and just plain checking this book out! If you have any criticism then plz tell me so I can improve :) By the way, I've posted longer, more improve/detailed stories at the end, if u wanna work your way backwards :) let's get lost....

"That's when I heard a pop, and the daughter stood stock-still. I saw her look down at her chest, wondering what had happened-but I already knew. She collapsed, falling into a heap of snow. Her mother cried out weakly, seeing her little girl with no soul left in her lifeless body. She didn't run to the daughter. She put something in her purse, flung it to the ground, and kicked the bag so it appeared to be next to me. She was doing something with my cold fingers, and she ran into the evergreens. "In my hand, was a gun." ~*~*~*~*~~*~~**~~*~*~*~**~~*

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