Fucking mr. shapiro.

Walking into Mr. Talbot’s room, I hitched my backpack farther up on my shoulders, before reaching and tugging my black-and-orange plaid mini-skirt further down over my thighs. I surveyed the room, and, seeing no one,[…]

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My friends sister

When a new family moved into our small town it was common for everyone to want to know them. It made it easier for everyone to go ahead and classify those people. One day another[…]

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A day to remember

Miko stood in front of the mirror hanging on her closet door and admired her reflection. She stood right at 5'10" tall; her frame was mostly legs. Miko’s father was of Jamaican descent and her[…]

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The hideout

The music was deafeningly loud. The beat almost supplanted your own heart beat as you entered the dance club and were assaulted by the primal rhythms that rocked the air. The squeal of guitars and[…]

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Always darkest for dawn

Always Darkest For Dawn By rutger5 Copyright 2016 “Oh, my, my. Mr. McCoy, she’s back again.” “Huh, what’s that Louella? Who’s back? What are you going on about?” “It’s poor Miss Johnson. She’s walking back[…]

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My first time

Hi my name is Jessica, and I am going to tell you about My First Time. When I was growing up me and my cousin Shawn was always close. We did everything together, from playing[…]

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