One Day
This feels like a living nightmare, and you can't stay a minute longer. You turn around and bolt out the door and start running until you reach the other end of your school. Suddenly a cold finger touches you bare shoulder and you hear a whisper.
"It's too late to run, boy."
Unfortunately, the girls caught up with you and ate you for dinner. Well, at least they served you on a golden platter.
"It's too late to run, boy."
Unfortunately, the girls caught up with you and ate you for dinner. Well, at least they served you on a golden platter.