What the future holds

What the future holds

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I'm Hazel. I have dark brown- almost black-eyes and sleek blonde hair. I'm 16. I now it shouldn't be something I'm eager to say, but I'm suicidal.
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"So... Wanna skip Gym and make out in the janitor's closet or something?" •°•°•°•°• "We can't tell my dad this, y'know. If he knew I was gay as hell, he'd make sure he gave me hell." •°•°•°•°• "What? No way. We're just friends. That Irish loser can screw every guy around here for all I care. I am NOT gay." •°•°•°•°• "It's complicated, alright? Dang it, Signe, I don't know! One minute he's all over me, then he acts like we can't even be friends outside of our houses... I'm so confused." •°•°•°•°• "I can feel you staring at me, Jack." •°•°•°•°• "Mark. That has to be the absolute gayest thing I have ever witnessed in my entire life. I fookin' love it." •°•°•°•°• - Story may or may not contain anything beyond the mentions of anything sexual. - It's purposefully short, okay? - This story does NOT have any true detail. - This story is NOT based upon the people in it; everything from looks to personality is 90% false. - This story is really not going to be any count, but hey, go ahead. I warned you :'^)

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