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Taylor
I feel so sick. There are about
another fifteen girls ready to try out, and Christyne doesn't
look impressed with me, because I almost kissed her boyfriend. I
think my routine is better in my head, and I seriously just want
to run back home. Let's hope this doesn't go wrong
though. Let's hope.
Skye
She's in the crowd. Mom. Her phone is away from her face,
blonde hair swept dramatically at the side of her cheekbones. I
bite my reed harder and watch the composer, Mr. Yamada, bring his
baton up, and we all rise our instruments. I feel lasagna come up
my throat. No, don't let this happen now!
Hailey
"You're really, really
pretty." Matt whispers to me. I try to move back, but he
pulls me in. We sit in a meadow on a picnic blanket and are
really close to eachother. Matt tucks a strand of loose hair
behind my ear and leans in for a kiss. "What're you
doing?" Grace yells over a hill. This can't
happen.
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Just some perspectives of a new story. I admit that I've been
creating too many stories and not finishing them, but I want to
keep this one and finish it. Or at least try to, hehe.
Thanks. Fave, Comment, Follow, w/e.
-LIKEYERH
