[ mood: tired ] Title: iPod Words: 220 Disclaimer: © MoonishLips @ Livejournal. Do not redistribute without permission. The views and opinions expressed in this piece of fiction do not necessarily reflect the views and opinions of the author. I had Anna’s iPod. Apparently I look trustworthy or something, because as walking down the hall to my spare, I get this ‘Jessica! Jessica!’ I turn; I’m blind; I can’t see shit but I can make out a figure running towards me. And suddenly... read more
