The word 'crossed' can mean many things. You may think of two strings intertwining, creating one voluminous rope. Perhaps you view your legs overlapping, comfortably creating a fancy image.
If you're a deeper thinker, dancing in your mind may be the idea that everyone has a fate, and some people find their fates lining up or even crossing. No matter how much it thickens one's plot, fate is bound to bump into another, just as a raindrop always collects in a body of water with time.
Being crossed can not only mean deep or interesting things, but simple minded things. If you're anything like me, the first definition of crossed stumbling to the front of your simple mind happens to be in the urban dictionary. For me to be crossed would mean to be both high and drunk, bundled up in a sparkly red bow.
That is where our story begins.
Reader, beware. This isn't some charming, meaningful story. These pages bare the telling of a high school student, using brute strength and rash ideas to carry her future.
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Crossed
General FictionA High School teen girl, Cass, goes through a rollercoaster of a sophomore year. Will she be able to create a career with her risky behavior? Or will she spiral into a deep hole of insanity?
