Colors- A memoir of Layla Black
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A short story about love, freindship and the more unfortunate parts of life.
I wrote this story in my freshman year of H.S, so it may be a bit cliche. I just thought I'd post it to see how people felt. Comments are always welcome. Thanks!
Foreword
I saw her in the old abandoned art studio we use to hang out in. Little slivers of sunlight cascaded against her skin. She was wearing that white dress that I loved. She looked beautiful, almost graceful. Her body swayigto the unheard music in her own original dance. I'd never seen her like this before...
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