by Lacy Boggs

June 21, 2014

Chapter 1

“Well, hey there Quasimodo.” “Shut it.” James smirked.  “What’s with the eyebrows?” Grace subconsciously put a hand to her forehead, where she had thickened and darkened her eyebrows considerably with makeup.  She looked like she’d been attacked by an Avon sales lady out for revenge.  “Facial recognition software at the school. It’s not very smart.”…

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