schoolgirls

Becky Loves Christie

Becky sat on the cracked red plastic of the coffee shop’s last booth and glumly stared into her cup. Her whole life seemed, at that moment, to stretch out as an unending source of boredom. Two weeks out of High School, two weeks for the excitement of graduation to wear off, and she had to face the reality that High School was going to be the absolute best time of her life. It made her want to cry. “Damn it! It wasn’t even that good!” She told the salt and pepper shakers, “I don’t want...

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