Orange (standard:other, 100 words)
Author: lovesometimessucks	Added: Mar 16 2009	Views/Reads: 2874/0	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Just some starting to a story

I stare down the orange streak that separates me from my obsession. It
takes all my strength to not tear apart from the dusty, finished wood. 
To the outsiders I look a bored girl. But in the inside I am fighting a 
civil war. My heart craves to defy the orange stripe, but my head knows 
that it would be wrong. So I shift my weight, pop my hip, and but my 
hand to my side. I could at least try to sell the idea that I didn't 
care I was on the side I didn't desire to be on.


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