Bloody Tales
It was as if their glares were actual daggers, but they continued to gawk unashamedly, except for one person.
He looked like he’d rather be anywhere but there, dressed in gothic punk pants and a tattered punk t-shirt, topped off with the most stunning punk boots I’d ever seen. He was just—dark, with his long black hair falling two inches below his shoulders. From my angle, it seemed like he had cigarettes perched between his lips, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that he was smoking in the school hall. I couldn’t see his face clearly, but one thing was certain—he was everything parents warned their kids about, bad news wrapped in a handsome package. Yet, for me, he was good news. It was refr
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