This is a story that picks on people. This is a story with swear words and insults just as grave without them. This is a story with no outline, no plan.
Stereotypes. Between races, countries, sexual orientations, disabilities. They will all at one point make an appearance.
I am not the characters I create. I do not believe what my characters believe. If you can see the absurdity, then brownie points to you. Do not put strong faith in the opinions tossed in this story, most of them are probably fake.
Thank you blck_n_whte for the cover. I'd print it out and plaster it on my garage because I marvel in its beauty. Too bad for neighborhood regulations.
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Ganvi rose to her doughy knees and snatched a biscuit off Creel's plate. Creel peered down over the frame-less lenses of her glasses. "My little criminal, you know I can only eat cookies in odd numbers." Fifteen-year-old Yvette lives in the entang...