The boombox blared as they all ran down the street screaming. Rubie's flannel hanging from her waist and her beat-up converse slapping against the pavement. She wanted this moment to last forever; senior year seemed to be passing in the blink of an eye.
The four girls continued their adventure was past sunset and into the next day.
"Here's to never growing up," said Rubie raising her bottle.
"Here's to never growing up!"
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No Tears For The Creatures Of The Night
RandomJust a bunch of short stories that I write weekly for Instagram @/writers_write_words_ Please comment and vote! Thank you xoxo Picture is not mine
