RedHead

Plain Old JaneYou should have never gotten serious about her; she's a plain old Jane, sitting in the corner in all the classes, nibbling on an apple at lunch with ...

Happiness is summer, or so I tend to thinkSometimes, when the cicadas finally go to sleep.Summer is hot sun, grazing my skinand sinking its teeth, through clothes ever so thin.Summer ...

I was sick of listening to the beats of my heart. I mean, sure, it was nice to know it was there, but the bip! bip! bip! was really getting ...