Twisted Fates

kily—are both supportive of me; but most of the time, their constant praise and boasting ends up pressuring me

First of all, I don't know what it feels like to imprint on someone. My mom says imprinting o

st? Does the world go in slow motion as soon as your eyes meet the one you're destined to

s, and giddy on the inside. One time, there was this beautiful girl, my classmate from High

nstincts wanted to make me surrender at her feet and lick her most sensitive part. It turned out that she

side is shoulder-length. She's got two piercings on her mouth, one on each side, and tattoos of random doodles from the side of her neck down to her left arm. The make-up and clothes she wears are punky and black. And heck! Her boots are shiny and gor

ity or something. I couldn't imagine myself drinking and dirty dancing at some disco party with drunk strangers who'd probably end up puking at my