You meet eyes with a girl. She's tall and bronzed. Her curly blonde hair fell to her waist. She was beautiful. But you only had eyes for one girl. But the you at that moment wasn't you. You were a completely different person. You were gone and your alter ego came through.
You were high off your mind. Your mother committed suicide yesterday. Right when you came home, she was on the couch and the coffee table covered in empty pill bottles. You called the police, but it had been to late. Because you were hanging out with Miley.
So you smirked at the girl, calling her to your locker. Yes you were at school. Did you care. Absolutely not. Being high made you feel numb, happy.
You kissed her. And you couldn't care less about the girl who was watching.
Miley.
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Short Story"I'm happy because there's already so much hate in the world. If I can make the world just a little bit happier with just a smile, I will do it."
