You know that gut feeling inside of you, that annoying little voice in your head saying ‘Don’t do it’? Like that time you flew through your 4th helping of cake, or that time you accepted a ‘burger’ from the strange man on the street? You were hungry, but you can still feel the exotic meat churning inside of you. Well...
*y'all DON'T READ THIS. i wrote this at thirteen. you've been warned.* "Harry, it's been rumored that if you have a daughter you would name her Darcy. Any particular reason why?" The interviewer asked. I gulped and glanced down at my feet, not wanting to talk about the girl that I had lost. "Um, yeah, actually." I...