Hideous. Absolutely horrendous, ghastly, atrocious – there aren’t enough vulgar words in the entire dictionary to describe how awful the fuzzy pink scrunchies were. And that’s the only reason I talked to her. I wanted to tell Nikita she was embarrassing herself by wearing the accessories in her hair. If I had known the truth behind her reserved, timid façade, I’d never have asked her to stay behind in class that day.
Warning: sexual themes, dork humour. This story should not be taken seriously.Alle rettigheder forbeholdes