I wanted a normal life, but normal was as foreign to me as a super bowl ring was to Tony Romo.
Angela McPhersonTag: hope-s-decree
My day was looking up, until he spoke. "Looks like you forgot to brush your hair this morning." His eyes ran down my body, briefly stopping at my chest, which made me remember I didn't have a bra on. My breathing increased. "And you should really brush your teeth." What the hell?
Angela McPhersonWithout warning, he tossed a bottle of water at me, which I caught. "Nope, no joke. Now I've got to get some beauty sleep, and based on the way you look, you could use a little yourself.
Angela McPhersonTag: morpheus-and-trinity
He leaned in close to my ear, and his hand grazed my thigh. "I forgot to mention this morning," he paused, letting enough time go by that my body caved and pulled toward him like gravity, "I plan on making sure you miss your dinner date with jock boy tonight.
Angela McPhersonTag: blain-heros
My stomach knotted, the nausea so intense I began heaving on the ground. Smell, taste; all of it evil. A darkness so pure, I knew I could never defeat it. My fear strangled my light.
Angela McPhersonThe odds were so not in my favor. My situation sucked to the messed-up-degree.
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