The VictimMature

She brushed the long black hair, stared at herself for a minute.  She was seriously considering dying her, she laughed.  She smoothed the skinny jeans down on her petite frame and lined the ebony eyes with pencil. 

Blonde, she would try blonde.  She grabbed her sweater and started for the door.  Stopping in her tracks..she was afraid to open the door.  This wasn’t the first time she had felt this, it seemed to be getting stronger everyday.. So strong that she had missed her acting class the other day, afraid to go, she was afraid again, an overwhelming feeling.  She picked up the phone and called a friend.

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