Price Tag.
Before she thought it out, she took the item and stuck it in her purse. Her arms and hands betrayed her, and made her become the woman she was not raised to…
Below The Influence.
Loner. That’s where I started. The chink in the chain. The girl, No one wanted. Parties. That’s where I went, Just to become popular. Such new people Who…
Under the Oak Tree
Dew stained grass tingles against my ankles, and I take another bite of my sandwich. An unwelcome breeze penetrates my thin school pullover, and leaves above…