Setting Fire to the Rain

I guessed that something was wrong as soon as I saw her. I had studied her face often enough to be able to read her like an open book. She didn’t say anything when we met. When I looked at her, she didn’t meet my eyes. “Are you okay?” I asked her. “I’m alright,” she…

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The most beautiful Apple

I don’t know how I ended up in the garden. Marnie was there with me. Of course she was. But it might have also been Monique. Either way, it really wouldn’t make much of a difference because I love both of them to bits, one more than the other. I’m not even sure if it’s…

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Cruel Intentions

The school toilets in the basement are wet and cold. Ever since they had reconstructed the bathrooms near the cafeteria in…