Twilight Skies
I’m not pretty, and let’s face it; Pa will never allow me to talk to him.
As we stopped at the end of our driveway, Shelbie looked at my backpack and sighed. “You don’t have much homework, do you Mar?”
I glanced at my B.F.F., and wished I was more like her, a little shorter, around five feet five inches, skinny, but not too skinny, long brown hair with blond highlights, with pale blue eyes that men love. “I wish. I have a feeling it’s going to be a very long weekend.”
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