As I strut down the hallway hip swaying, black stilettos clicking the wallflowers turn to watch me. A set of piercing green eyes challenge me as the girl perched on the corner of the lockers flips her feathery thin blond hair. Her tall thin frame barely clings to the whitewashed overalls, and her feet shift in their chic leather ankle booties. Flashing white sharp teeth in her direction, my eye is briefly caught on the neon crop tops of the twittering girls surrounding her who pretend not to notice me. Pushing through the double doors into the bright sunlight I head towards the tall wiry blond hair peeping out amount a cluster of boys. The group parts like the Red Sea as I click-clack past them, seemingly flying into the lap of the blond. Sliding my arms around his neck I passionatly suck off hish face for a few moments before puulling away into his sea green eyes.
"Miranda" he smiles at me as I disentanglel myself from him smoothing out my silky black skirt and halter top. I become part of the reforming circle of boys.
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Teen FictionAs I strut down the hallway hip swaying, black stilettos clicking the wallflowers turn to watch me. A set of piercing green eyes challenge me as the girl perched on the corner of the lockers flips her feathery thin blond hair. Her tall thin frame ba...
