Spring
Spring. Late spring. The sunrays were piercing through the windows of the school, lighting up the blackboards and the desks, the books, the heads of dozing students. The thick scent of the nature in love was permeating the area, filling the nostrils of...
Envy
She was a bitch. She had to be a bitch. Boys that age had just one thing in mind, so if Kathy was that common it was only because she was an easy girl! Yes! That was what Samantha kept telling herself as her gaze lingered on the movements of her rival....