Meet me at the mini-mart, the note says, I’ll be wearing black. Friday, 6pm.
At this moment, curiosity has the best of me. I’m not going home like I should. 213 more words
Whenever I strut confidently into the liquor store, I feel like I need to impress whoever is working behind the counter. Obviously this is totally pointless because we both know I look 12 and we both know I’m going to walk out with alcohol regardless of my baby-face. 524 more words