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A Short Story, by Hayley
One sentence. That’s what did it. One small, simple sentence. That’s what made Hayley Carter snap.
She slipped the note into the boy’s tanned palm, squeezing his hand and then running away. The note contained the girl’s mobile number, and the words ‘Call me?’
This girl was Hayley, aged fourteen and three days. The boy was Charlie Hope, local womaniser aged fifteen. He was tall, maybe too tall for his own good. Raven black hair and dazzling blue eyes all worked in his favour.
Hayley loved him to pieces, regardless of his history. She thought she was different. She thought wrong.
Sure, Charlie called her all right. But not the way she hoped. She received a call in which she said nothing, a call where she was the object of a verbal assault. The last sentence broke her into millions of pieces.
‘I hate you, Hayley Carter.’
Hayley dropped the phone, streams of tears dragging eyeliner over her cheeks. She ran downstairs and straight out of the front door.
A stunning white wolf pelted down the high street, it’s black muzzle catching the light.
The Hayley-wolf crossed the border, waking the sleeping guards with a snarl as she passed. That was when Hayley Carter ran from New Jersey, and vowed never to return.
She slipped the note into the boy’s tanned palm, squeezing his hand and then running away. The note contained the girl’s mobile number, and the words ‘Call me?’
This girl was Hayley, aged fourteen and three days. The boy was Charlie Hope, local womaniser aged fifteen. He was tall, maybe too tall for his own good. Raven black hair and dazzling blue eyes all worked in his favour.
Hayley loved him to pieces, regardless of his history. She thought she was different. She thought wrong.
Sure, Charlie called her all right. But not the way she hoped. She received a call in which she said nothing, a call where she was the object of a verbal assault. The last sentence broke her into millions of pieces.
‘I hate you, Hayley Carter.’
Hayley dropped the phone, streams of tears dragging eyeliner over her cheeks. She ran downstairs and straight out of the front door.
A stunning white wolf pelted down the high street, it’s black muzzle catching the light.
The Hayley-wolf crossed the border, waking the sleeping guards with a snarl as she passed. That was when Hayley Carter ran from New Jersey, and vowed never to return.
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