So. I've attempted NaNoWriMo this year, which is a big leap for me since I suck at this entire story-writing thing. Tell me what you think?
Jane was a simple girl.
Which was why Kia, with her fake laughs and obnoxious hair flips, bothered her. There was something itching below the surface, begging to be released, and Kia wouldn't let it free. It seemed complicated, and Jane didn't like complicated.
Kia, though? Kia loved complicated almost as much as she loved attention. She had dozens of secrets caged inside her heart, black sparrows scratching at the iron floor of their prison with razor blade nails.
Jane disliked Kia. Kia barely even knew Jane existed.
Until Jane got run over by a truck.