((this is fictional, it is not based on any person. If they happen to remind you of some one, its not my fault. NEVER TRY THIS IN REAL LIFE))
Karol drug herself threw the front door of her mothers apartment. She was young, 14 actually. She had long light brown hair, very beautiful brown hazel eyes, and lightly tanned skin. Her breasts were small, 32 b cup but it fit well with her tall body. She hand long legs, with thick thighs and pretty thin waist. It didnt matter how beautiful she was, she was subconcious about her looks, rarely dated. Shed never even had a boyfriend, hell.. shed never even been really kissed.
She grumbled some words as she went to her room. "Another werry day and Hell Hole High.." She thought to herself as she threw herself on her bed. She buried her head in a pillow, turning on some music and drifted away from the world for a few hours.
Her eyes fluttered open, she hadnt even realized she had fallen asleep. She sat up and rubbed her eyes, not knowing what had brought her back. She was then informed as she heard for the first time the rapping on the door. She checked herself to make sure she was still dressed. Of course, in her over pull punk-green covered hoodie. Then a pair of large baggy levis. Her shoes were her favorite pair of hiking boots. It wasnt flatterning but it was comfortable. She stood and grabbed a bandana and wrapped it around her head. "Im coming," she yelled as she left the room and walked to the front door.
Her hand wrapped aorund the knob and she unlocked it, pulling it open. Her eyes big with who she saw standing before her, but her face staied solemn. "Oh hi, Ryan what are you doing here?" It took all of Karols effort to keep her voice striaght.
Ryan was 15 and already stood a good half a foot over her. His hand was leaning against the frame and he was smiling down at her with his cherry red full lips. His light blue eyes was holding a certain glint. He was wearing a wife beater tank top that showed of his... Læs hele novellen
