Sexy Colors

n I take up myself into a gr

e up to my hair in haste and hurriedly join a quick bite of a slice of bitter jam and a sauc

ing onto my surface. I run out of room and bolt to the classroom. Reeling from time to tim

rry

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much as I

much as I don

ack of losing-w

e strapped jacket fills with air. I look like a cock, reck

sure of dismissing, allows

estined. Professor sincerely looks beastly and tough, m

didn't m

ha

little bag by the end of the hall. Big hall, I mean. It is luggage of going for serious run-away. I feel ras

la, goggled, eye-dazzled. Her hair is u

reams to put

k ?" askin

...Good" I answer

u have

end to me "I rep

and the nasty paper of questions. I start sucking carefully pen'

ow begin!

ous, meaningful words of blue ink. My hands are already, as in every test-taking,

ticking, b

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ird hallways, a shiny day is outside. I get out as soon as I attach to Ayla on a single be

she is drinking a huge

asks, I und

ops. I sip it and wrinkle my eyes, furrow bro

?" I nod for no, legs up to one another and arms crossed,

this big, untouchable skyscraper wit

are not supposed to

why us

that pace and greeding others' g

kard and laugh

losopher, you know? Those big

light smile to he

is life, professor Dumbledore, t

ss, teasing atmosphere of stone and solid hearts are melting into fun. She th

, we're not prisoners! We a

umps up to her territory and thro

jollifying, holds my pa

before tickle, feel happier, and laughing. Sh

further moments we never dare to give up from succumbing. Sometimes, we kneeled, cried about "First-year boys" we

lau

ake

we stand up proud a

e my hair! I will

ee while you kill me, i

aha

lent ‟ I spe

ing together on a slice of edge bench and a part of our blisters making big fun of them. S

l say goodbye to thi

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that above my chest !? What has h

nonetheless, I prepare myself in just a quick 1 hour. Phone ticks and

and figures of money-dom. I was learned to compress others in no logical sense, I was told to do as they advi

ver stop terri

m's red-lipsticky walls attracting my attention lamen

t the campagne place at 9 am, you will fuck

ed off and my scar on my forehead turns wrinkly. Mirror breaks as

s around my bottom, appearing up close to my ass and bizarrely escalating

shamed I pass by the hallway and put on some chic clothes, a black shirt, and some dolce shoes, I see blurry on this sunny day, thank

ness, I button the ripped holes

hing clutches my heart rates, it doesn't look beating like ever before, it is senseless an

t's say every day I am caught by a seizure. I now awa

harm, stringing down on the ground. Before the car's lights, I discern an ordinary wristlet, a silver one. With some stiffening butterflies on the

races in 120 km per hour. Clen

hors

nwritten, but a paper with a story promised to go on. Luna walks unattentive before walls and beholds craziness like an artifact. The sky IS like a museum and

ping through mid-aven

fucki

g the lowest quality of the sun

hmallow, down fingers holding it? I liked fun to be a good paragraph of the beginning, but pulpy fruit is a pear of noth

an's hands, sweat-free I enjoyed looks to

oaching, insanely

ep c

striper, stripping down shame, my head down,

thunderstorm to lighten my causeway, as a bridge to my man. The phone rings again. I

ry, snowy frozen water gap.

here, fury like a rasc

rash me on the bare ground. I blackout lastly lis

are you okay? An

on strong, curvy hands, I breathe unconsciously. My thorax dispatches heart as

on't

okia is desperately talking to