Meet Me At The Crossroads

Meet Me At The Crossroads

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Thu, Oct 16, 2014
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Madddix Ava Queenan age: 16 height: 5.6 hair color: dark brown eye color: blue DOB: 4-13-1998 "You never liked me, it was just a crush, I never loved him, I just loved the rush. All that he gave me, it was not enough. So tell me baby, can you feel the love?" Poetry. It was part of how she expressed herself. She daydreams way too often, waiting for her life to be like the movies. Suspenseful, thrilling, scary, romantic, perfect. But it never happened, she always screwed up the opportunity to finally be with someone who loved her. Why? Maddix was never able to figure it out until he showed up. The bad boy had the hots for her and she got what she wanted. Maybe next time she'll be careful with what she wishes for... If there is a next time...
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Emily Greens has always admired the most popular boy in high school, Travis Black. After mustering the courage to approach him, her life takes an unexpected turn. Sneak ♡♥︎ Peak ~~~~~~~ "So... what's up?" he asks, leaning casually against the wall, like this is just another Friday. My heart hammers in my chest. I take a deep breath. "I, um, I just wanted to tell you... I like you. A lot. And I'd really like to get to know you, you know, if you're okay with that." The words come out so fast I barely understand them myself. There's a moment of silence before he chuckles softly. "What's your name again?" "Emily," I squeak. "My name's Emily." "Well, Emily, I don't like you. But hey, you're cute, so there's that." He grins. "Oh, and thanks for watching the match." And just like that, he walks away, leaving me standing there with my heart shattered into a million pieces. The only upside? Tomorrow is Saturday, and I'm officially dead. NOTE !: This story includes themes of bullying, strong language, and violence. Please be aware that all events depicted are fictional.

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