Coxcomb’s School for Troubled Girls were cracking down on patrol thanks to my last little escape attempt. Poor Betty hadn’t had a good thrill in a couple of weeks. I don’t want to move,” I whined, trying to emulate that hazy tone while really wishing that I could go outside and hop the fence to escape for a joy ride on my motorcycle.
Reed had one too many strikes against him, and I wasn’t about to lose my only friend in this damn place. His red hair was curled at the tips of his ears, and his thin lips parted on an exhale of smoke, highlighting the dimple on his left cheek. “I want to take my clothes off,” Reed said in a dreamy voice while leaning back in a rusted lawn chair. The room was dark despite the twinkling lights strung around the ceiling, blanketing us in a hazy glow as I watched my best friend. I had my own foul smoke that polluted me from the inside out. I could add it to the list of curses that my abilities gave me. I was sitting in a cloud of skunky smoke, sucking it in like a bad blowjob, but that weightless buzz humans liked to brag about just refused to hit my brain. No matter how many times I wrapped my candy red lips around the joint settled between my thumb and index finger, it did nothing. It was such shit that I couldn’t get high. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the authors, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review. Copyright © 2019 by CoraLee June & Raven Kennedy
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