The breeze passes my hair as it rides the wind.My feet,step by step,gliding across the neighborhood.The chilly,frigid air has transformed to a sizzling sunshine and green,moist grass in the front of each house,each home.My skateboard rests on the dark,black,bumpy road as it tickles the bottom of my feet....
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Separated by looks and riches.By the internet and by humanity.
The Tomboys and The Fashionistas
One that are the goddesses and the other,well peasents.
But two boys fight with a dance of love fighting for one girl's heart.
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AU
•A collection of short stories or one shots from ideas I've had that didn't make it into their own story, as well as requested stories.
Each story may, and probably will, contain triggers, so this is your trigger warning. Read at your own risk.
(List of TWs are on the information page.)
Leave requests on the information page, and I'll try to get to them. There will also be a list of things I won't write, so be aware.
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