I woke up in cold sweat. Why was I still thinking about that? We had only locked eyes for a second when I caught you staring at me during lunch yesterday. But your eyes, your piercing deep brown, almost black eyes bore deep into my soul. Now, I couldn't sleep. I glanced at my alarm clock. 3:05 am. I sighed. I would have to be up for school soon anyways. I hated school. I hated my cliche life. Popular girl, rich, pretty, and probably stuck up. But I wasn't stuck up. At least I didn't think I was. I got out of bed, my bare feet touching the cold floor, sending chills through my body. I looked at myself in the mirror. My pitch black hair stood out against my fair olive skin. Everyone said I was pretty, and from what my friends said, I was liked by the guys. My so called "friends", but that was a different story. I didn't care for the boys at my school anyways. They were all douchebags. I looked at my tired eyes, my plump lips, and my high cheekbones. Might as well get ready, I thought, running a brush through my tangled hair.
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THE MURDERER AND I
Mystery / ThrillerI wish I had never fallen in love with a murderer... What would you do for love? 17 year old Bella Lauder never thought she would fall in love, let alone kill for it. Sure, her life was perfect, but she didn't have it all. She longed for something m...
