I wanted to call Amber that night, but I was still upset at her. I. Really hadn't had a reason to be upset, I just wanted to be upset.
I wanted to blame anyone but myself for Adam just walking out like that. "It's wrong." Like what the hell is that supposed to mean? A lot of things in life are considered right when they're actually wrong.
I lie in bed, not even touching the food my mother had made. I just lay there crying as the sky cries with me, you'd think I was uncomfortable by the way I was laying in my pretzel- twisted up position, but it felt like the blood in my body was flowing everywhere. Touching every inch of my insides, slowly.
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The Substitute
Teen FictionHe's beautiful, a young male in his 20s, tall, slender but with strong, working arms. Face bearded with a matching head of thick, straight brown hair. His pale skin almost reflected light from the sun. He's beautiful. The only problem is that I'm 16...
