"I had a feeling that I shouldn't have let you go home after you dropped me off that night. Something told me, Sabrina - don't let him go home. But I did, and I can't stop thinking why?" Her voice broke as she held the photo of her newly deceased boyfriend in her arms as she stared at the fireplace that she turned into a small shrine of him. The fire crackled and she wiped her runny nose and she looked at the photo in her hands. Sabrina ran her fingers over the glass frame and looked at the captured memory of them in his parents house for a surprise party they threw for him. She looked at him, her nose crinkled as she smiled at him, while he closed his eyes and kissed her forehead. "Shawn," she sobbed, "I miss you." Sabrina brought the photo close to her and kissed his face. As she brought it close to her face to look at him again, she noticed something in the reflection of the glass. She squinted her eyes and then gasped, dropping the photo to the floor as she turned around. "Shawn?!"

i gave a boy a lavender sprig and he returned me with a kiss. ©achillics

If you were to mention her name in a locker room, or in a girls bathroom, you would always get the same look and smirk sent in your direction. Because she was an urban legend. Someone people told their younger siblings about when they wanted to brag about how awesome it was to be a teenager. The details and the ending would always change, but the conclusion to the story was always that; "that girl had some serious daddy issues." (Art on cover credited to http://athousandclouds.tumblr.com/)