The stars I drew on the cuffs of my jeans have started to fade. I told myself that when the ink started to disappear, things would be better and I still hold on to that promise.
The black ink was like a timer. Counting down the days I had to fix everything that had fallen apart. They've been there for two weeks. My guess is that they'll be gone by next week, which means I'm going to have to do a lot of thinking about what I'm supposed to do.
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Stars
Short StoryI wrote this for english class. Enjoy :) When a teenage girl loses her best friend and lover, she makes it her job to get him back.
