Истории Goodgirlgoodboy

Felicity Crow carries the weight of her unseen existence, yearning for recognition in a world that seems to overlook her. Although she is friends with most popular kids in school, she still feels unseen. Her journey through the tumultuous halls, where every whispered wish for real friendship echoes in the emptiness. As she battles the solitude that threatens to consume her, Felicity's desperate desire to be seen unfolds in a heartbreaking tale of isolation, resilience, and the quiet desperation of adolescence.

"River?" Lars boomed. His husky laugh spearing through the thick tension in the room. River refused to answer. His accusing eyes flicking between the shirt both Lars and I are sharing. "What the fuck is a River?" Lars cackled. His taunting voice only making the situation worse. Rivers face hardens. "A name." He says boldly. Piecing together the little bit of confidence he had left. All humor left Lars' face the moment River uttered those words. Lars stood there contemplating, a sly smirk plastered on his face. He looked at me, then he took my hand. "Sorry kid, but Delilah prefers the DREAM TEAM..." He said as he takes a threatening step forward. His hand still clutching mine in the large shirt. "NOT the STREAM TEAM, River." Then he slams the door on him. •°•°•° Note: DO NOT STEAL MY STORY LINE AND OR IDEAS. I'LL HAVE YOUR ACCOUNT DELETED. Former cover by my girl @its_gracee_