"And people say that you dye your hair and wear tight jeans but that doesn't mean that you can't scream and like loud noise. You got a choice. You have a voice."
~ Hollywood Undead
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She stood there, cold and naked, in front of the mirror. It was a painfully cold day that day and her almost translucent, fragile body could barely keep her up on her skinny legs. Her hair was short but well kept, framing her pale facial features with it's soft, ginger curls. Her big green eyes were sparkling in the dim morning light and the vibrant, red colors from the sunrise painted her entire room in warm colors. As she stood there, all naked, with both of her hands covering her member, she could not help but think to herself why God would make her so beautiful yet fail to assign her the right sex. She turned her head away from the mirror and put on a pair of underwear. Now somewhat clothed she turned back to the mirror once more and cast it one more look of disappointment before picking up her sweater and her favorite skirt...
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Simon Says
Teen Fiction[Definition-2- The classic memory game. the player acting as 'Simple Simon' gets all the other players 'out' as quickly as possible; the winner of the game is usually the last player who has successfully followed all of the given commands. A play is...
