DBW – Chapter 8

Through a blur of spins and dips, I notice a gathering of teens all staring at me. 

I’m in the arms of yet another stranger. He’s saying something to me, but his words elude me. 

I’m surrounded by an amazing display of greenery, flowers, birds and butterflies. Yet I’m tense. I’m not comfortable with this situation. 

I catch the concerned looks of some of my audience. 

Suddenly he’s gone and I’m standing alone. 

I see the retreating shape of my familiar Beauty-boy. But instead of turning to mush I feel an inexplicable surge of anger. 

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