I'd lived next door to Alice and Trish for three years. Never a 'hello' in the hallway or a 'morning' in class. Her stuffy old boyfriend came and went, slamming the door behind him in a rush to exit the apartment building before anyone noticed he was her teacher. We're not blind. Nor stupid. Well. I wasn't. Everyone else just seemed to be oblivious.
Maybe it was because I was a little too. Seeing them flirt, with their eyes, in class was sickening. But, also a little depressing. For I was a little without a Daddy.
I'd tried but no one satisfied, or suited, me enough to keep them. Also, it helps if they treat you nice and not like a sudden possession like a pocket watch...or a bloody pen. Carrying you around and using you when they want and leaving you in their bag, or pocket, with no contact until their next impending desire to use you again. No, thank you. So. I stayed alone and as soon as graduation rolls around I'll be out of here and gone to...I'm not sure. I'll be just gone....or that was the plan til I fell in love....
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Violet
RomanceViolet is the girl next door. Quiet, bookish and a secret little. When she meets the local bad boy she can't help but feel the attraction. Especially when he's also a secret daddy, who beats up those who owe his boss money....but when he has his own...
