Silence is Betrayal_New Year's Day_A Masquerade Ball with Sparks_Allergies
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Silence is Betrayal
Natalie:That night when her dad dropped her off, she would have never expected what was to come. She thought it would be just the regular get-together with her group of friends on a Friday night like usual. Things were happening behind the scenes that she didn’t know at the moment. But her friend always seemed to have the perfect life with perfect friends. Sometimes she felt as if she couldn’t even match up to the standards that she might have. So when the time came to walk into that room. With all eyes on her to share her week, it all came out. Well, most of it. Natalie stared at the semi-sho...
New Year's Day
“I want your midnights / But I’ll be cleaning up bottles with you on New Year’s Day.” -- “New Years Day” by Taylor Swift“Wild night?”I take in his bed head as Josh stirs awake on the couch. His eyes are groggy and he’s still in last night’s now-wrinkled clothes. He makes a show of standing up and stretching his limbs, then walks over and slides onto one of the bar stools at the kitchen counter I’m wiping down with Lysol. I avoid his eyes, trying not to stare. “Something like that.” He grins and runs a hand through his hair, only messing it up even more. “What about you, Syd? Wild night?”I scof...
www.onedoor.ccA Masquerade Ball with Sparks
“A masquerade ball in the woods? Are you sure this is a good idea?” I asked as Stella and Valeria stared at me before bursting into loud laughter. “Willow, this is the best idea we’ve had so far. We won’t even need tickets or money to buy costumes.” Stella declared and she was right. Her mother worked at the theatre and had an entire room full of all the costumes anyone could ever ask for and according to her, sneaking into the event was not going to be difficult since it was all happening outside. We found ourselves costumes in a room that must be every little girl’s dream. My outfit was almo...
Allergies
“Did you tell him?” Marie asked, sitting on my bed as I frantically went through my closet, looking for an appropriate outfit to wear for my first date tonight.“No,” I casually replied, holding up a gorgeous purple blouse with a deep, plunging neckline. “Why the heck did I buy this?” I asked Marie, showing her the shirt. “You didn’t,” she smirked and winked. “I bought it for you. Figured you needed to spice up your wardrobe a bit.” Marie was my best friend but my worst influence.“Thanks,” I mumbled, hanging the blouse back up. I’d never wear it but I guess it did spice up my closet. Most of my...