Khaliey_Rocks
There was no color at all, just black. Black worn out sneakers shoes, black jeans, black T-shirt, black baggy hoodie.
Black hair.
Black slightly long hair that fell in thin slick strands over his pasty skin.
What a contrast. He looked like a ghost. What an irony.
"What the fuck?" We're the first words white skin guy uttered to me. I couldn't contain it, I giggled again.
"No, fudge. It's 'what the fudge'" I corrected, feeling like I just accomplished something huge.
All rights reserved. This book is directly from my heart, yes you heard that right. I'm not being professional or anything, so please if you come across this book and you read it and you end up liking it, then thats great . It's when you decide to copy an author's work that things will get messy. So please, I come in peace. Don't reciprocate my work and you will be loved .
Thank you very much .
Khaalie .