Mya P.O.V.
I ran and ran to the dance studio. I cried furiously. Chocolate dripped onto the floor. I took off my blazer and my shirt leaving me in my bra. I didn't care about anything right now. I took off my pants leaving me in my shorts underneath. I took my iPod from my soaked blazer and put on "Pop That." That was one of the songs that tired me out and released my energy. I began to twerk wildly and dance until my heart gave out. I felt a weight lift off my shoulders. I was alone. I was at peace. I was sane.
CRASH!
Jade P.O.V.
"Shit.", I yelled.
"Who's there?", I heard her yell.
I grabbed my phone and ran out.
This would blow her mind.
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The Color of My Skin (A Princeton Love Story)
RomanceWhy don't they like me? Is it because of my looks? Are they mad because of my personality? Or is it because they just hate me? I don't know. I'm the only one here. The only one different. I'm nice. But they punish me for it. No one will understand m...
