I shook my head vigorously, hoping the voice in my head would
d i s s i p a t e ,
and with shaking legs,
I bent over, hoping that I could catch a glimpse of his face, without having to remove any of the papers concealing him from my view.
That paper...
isn't it yours?
YOU ARE READING
Pulse (Cell Phone Novel)
Teen FictionThey say that we all have a fair chance at happiness, that we can all achieve it, if we truly wish for it. That it is up to us to decide our fates and the course of our lives. But is that really true? Do indeed all stories have a happy ending? Co...
