Don't Touch Me
Punch. !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Punch. !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I love highschool reunions. Always have, always will. I spent weeks having a tux tailored, and I was even on the point of getting a wig to cover my bald patch…
I’ve always hated reunions. Always will. I picked out a plum-coloured evening gown, trying to live up to my eccentric and over the top reputation. Later in the…
“It’s spiked. And you don’t look like the type of girl who can handle being drunk... No definitely not. Maybe some water?” _Excuse me! What gave this random…
But I’m getting ahead of myself. My name is Justin. I’m 18, and I just punched out my stepdad. There’s not much more to it than that. My mother had just…
I screeched to a stop on a street somewhere on the edge of town. There was an empty gas station to my right and an army of townhouses to my left. I had…
My fist connected with my stepfather’s face: black-gloved, angst-ridden, unadulterated teenaged anger against unprepared, first-class jerk flesh. It was hardly…