Human Punching Bag..

"Get your ass over here!" I heard while running as fast as I could. I was terrible at running long distances. I was a sprinter, not a runner. I can sprint as if my life depended on it, but it will only last for about a minute or two, enough for the adrenaline to kick … Continue reading Human Punching Bag..

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My mom was set in her ways, she either got what she wanted, or would find a way to get what she wanted. She was a slender five-foot-three Islander, with long, black, wavy curls. Her grayish, blue eyes was what entrapped the males in her cobwebs. She was beautiful. Men worshipped the ground she walked … Continue reading No More Games