Someone is walking on my grave.
It's the only way to describe the shudder that ripples through my body. There's a chill in the air, as we study our destination, each of us mulling over the plan.The night seems to hold a special kind of darkness, almost as if it knows our plan and wants to assist us.
The thought isn't a comforting one - nana always says the night is treacherous, and I can't help but think that she will betray us.
Unsettled.
That's the word that describes our little group. We are all unsettled. In our dresses, under our masks and makeup, are we really any different from the girls who met in detention a couple of months ago?
A couple of months....
It feels like a lifetime. It might sound cliche, but at this moment, I can't imagine my life without these girls.
"Tonight ladies," I say "we dominate." I feel a smile creep onto my face, and I feel, in this moment, that my friends are smiling too.
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The Burden of Breaking Hearts - (Open Novella Contest)
Teen FictionFive girls. Detention. And one strange diary. Kayla, Winona, Helena, Ashleè and Zaire come across a diary left by the former members of a club named the Burden of Breaking Hearts Club. It's motto? To break the heart that has broken a heart. It's a...
