Adrenaline Rush
Description
When I do something great, nobody ever seems to remember, but when I do something wrong, no one can ever seem to forget.
Krystal lived in a town of eighty-nine. It was large enough so there wasn't much of a squash when it came to living arrangements, but it was definitely small enough so that every single word of gossip spread like wild fire. And when it starts; it'll never go away.
It wasn't like she wanted them to find out, nor was she desperate to hide it either. It was just the pathetic thrill and rush of adrenaline that she felt every time she swung her legs over the motorcycle and wrapped her arms around his waist. The world seemed so much smaller when it was rushing past at aproximately a hundred and twenty miles per hour.
But it's only a matter of time before the word gets out that the pastor's daughter is affiliating with the new kid in town. The new, tattooed, motorcycle racing, ear piercing, black smith's son, kid.
Maybe it's time for Krystal to swap her white, frilly dresses for a hard wearing helmet, because she's in for one hell of a ride.
Foreword
This story is written solely for the purpose of entering the "New Year, New Story" writing competition. I am writing this based off of the first written, quote promt, and this story was created on the 2nd January 2014.
Warning; Mild language may be used. You have been warned. c:
I update usually on a wednesday. If I don't or if I miss that day, then I'll make up for it by uploading two chapters.
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