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Dancing in the Water

Dancing in the Water

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Romance
The wind blows in my hair as the sandy ocean water smelling air goes on my face from the moving car window. I hate to have to move to a new state, school,and a place with people and a new life I don't even want. Me Caitlynn Walker doesn't want to move to Clear-water in Florida. I want to keep living in London with my friends but my mom has to move for her stupid modeling job its annoying and all I want to do is play volleyball with my team and hang with my friends in London its so annoying and I hate having to move to a new place right before the school year.
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They had both been dealt enough tragedy in their short teenaged lives, more than anyone should ever have to endure. Will two self destructive teens coming together do more harm than good? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I don't know what came over me. The poor guy just asked if he could help and I went all 'crazy psycho bitch' on his ass. I couldn't breath. I needed water. I needed air. Fuck why was is it so hot in here. Was it the fact that the moment his hand left my skin I felt an unbearable need to feel his touch again or was it hearing him ask if I needed help that made me feel helpless and broken once again. I didn't know what it was but I felt like I was suffocating, like the jersey I was wearing was strangling every ounce of oxygen from body. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ * This story had been reviewed recently. There are now added scenes and further edits - 2024 *

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