Purple Touch

Purple Touch

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Have you ever heard the saying 'her kisses were to die for" well this girls kisses were literally to die for. Her name was Crystal Soyer she was the typical party girl. She was only 19 however she had a very exposing fashion sense some would say however her personality couldn't be compared to her physical appearance. She was a one of the saddest people you could have ever come across in your life, and I'm not talking about cry's every day. This poor girl couldn't feel anything she was always numb and that resulted in her turning to drugs to cover it so then at least she would feel high. One little secret this girl had was every party she attended she would always, and I mean always wear a purple matte lipstick. This lipstick was the secret to numerous murder and disappearances however there was something about crystal that would draw people in. As I said her kisses were to die for men wait months to try and get a single kiss, but crystal didn't let people in easily until she realised how deadly this singular lipstick was. Is this how she was going to show everyone the pain they put her through? Is this how she was going to teach boys a lesson that she wasn't just another whore?
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My name is Crystal. I always dreamed of escaping this small little town (also known as Enchantment) in New Mexico (and yea, that is in the USA) I mean, seriously. I'm going to the high school that everyone in my family has gone to. It's so repetitive. My life I mean. Get up. Go to school. Cheer. Homework. Bed. See how I actually said homework? Yea, I thought so. That is why I'm a geek. But a popular one at that. Yes, I am head cheerleader, and no I'm not Snotty McSnottypants. I'm actually really nice. ********** His name is Chase. (And btw, I absolutely despise him!) He does anything anytime and anywhere, and he is kinda the quarterback. Ya. Now. We kinda got teamed up for a project, and I seriously wished I was dead. I am probably the only girl in the town who can't stand him. He should go die in a pit. But I have to work with him, or I will fail. So, I guess I'm gonna have to live with it (or at least pretend to) before he drives me insane, wait. He already did.

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