It was hot, getting closer to summer, and the leather of the seat stuck to my thighs in my tiny shorts. I rotated every so often and listened to the station that aunt Lauren had picked- it plays old music from when she and mom were teenagers in the 2010s decade. People like Troye Sivan or Selena Gomez. "The music was better back then" aunt Lauren tells me, I don't mind it but the real artist that stuck out to me was even older then my parents generation: Tupac from the 1990s, the man who said "the hate you give little infants fucks everybody" and I understand that completely.
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a Fence of Courage
Teen Fictionthis is going to be a story from the heart. A while back, I was pregnant with my ex's baby girl and due to circumstances I'd like to keep private- the pregnancy ended. it's knawed on me all this time and I felt like I needed to do something for me...
