My heart was pounding as I slowly circled back around her, making my way out of her field of vision should she look up. Sure every guys fantasizes about younger girls, sixteen or seventeen admittedly(fourteen and fifteen in private) but I had never ever taken action on my thoughts until this girl walked into my library. What color her milk white face had kept all drained away, and she was a sheet white, her eyes wide, as her lips worked to respond. This girl was a tiny thing, five feet tops, ninety pounds wet. I am writing this to you, journal, because I know I can never tell a living soul. The time was now. I am writing this to you, journal, because I know I can never tell a living soul.
Actors:
Lucy Mendez / Maximo Garcia
