Your Father The weather was warm and rainy, typical for a Los Angeles winter. Like zombies in a horror movie, the high school students trudged into South Ridge High School. Despite the gloomy atmosphere, laughter echoed from the cafeteria, “Maika! Give it back!” The female’s voice was filled with laughter and cheer. Blonde hair was tied back into a pony tail, several strands covering her left eye. Black eyeliner brought out the junior’s lavender eyes against her fair skin. At the moment she was chasing someone around the table. A black shirt with the letters LAPD written acroYour Father
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-Alexandra Gaudiosi
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living is easy with eyes closed.
Thank you so much for the
kiss
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"I can't explain myself, I'm afraid, Sir, because I'm not myself you see?" Alice
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