Wasn’t Part of the Plan

a friend. With the generation wannabe cold blooded hormonal teenagers wanting true honest relationship

rest occasions where things that could only ever be seen once in a gorgeous sapphire blue moon, were real people wanting to put in

ll she'd had her own far share of brittle relationships right from a tender age and going further friend

d actually call someone her best friend. It was light the light at the end of a dark dr

eweled grave stones; worse case she's balling her eyes out over the phone. The answer was simple for Gianna: you grab a shovel and a body bag and cycle all the way

n folded perfectly and tied tightly to her seat before she took off in the night. The street lights illuminated the dark streets ma

me point. Soon she was climbing up to her window obviously avoiding the front door. The large glass windows were already open so it was much more easy to climb

arious fond memories were plastered on the wall, the one adjacent to it holding a life sized picture of Harry styles wearing a rainbo

it, wishing she could have something like that for herself too; not the pink though, but being able to

uvet. She moved closer to it hearing soft sobs that immedi

ad always been extremely soft, she had wondered how she had never gotten joint pains from sleeping

denly moved swiftly. She pulled the covers and was jumping onto Gianna with enou

er in a bear tight grip despite her slender arms. Gianna, initia

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Her baby blue orbs glistened despite the tears, the rim of her eyes was p

d to bury? I got a shovel an

joking." She pouted her lips, slowing pullin

want to see the shovel just look ou