I couldn't tell why I needed to go to the bathroom for the seventh time in a row. It wasn't like I was pregnant of anything, the closest contact I had with a guy was probably last Wednesday when I smiled at my brother, but I haven't had that much contact with a guy in a year.
I walked out of the cubicle and moved up to the mirror. Staring at the wrinkles, and crinkles the spots and bumps against my face. I rubbed my temples and stood up straight.
YOU ARE READING
Short Stories
Teen FictionThis is a collection of the short stories I have wrote... yeah I know short stories can be pretty boring, but I promise you, these ones are pretty good! If you really like them, go check out my One-Shot Book too!
