Pink or Black (standard:mystery, 847 words)
Author: FrenZy	Added: Jan 20 2007	Views/Reads: 3626/2217	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
This one had been written and published in Vibewire.net nearly 2 years ago.

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gossip column. It is the only reason people actually read our magazine. 


I have been following Kristin. I want to be her friend; and it might be
useful to find some quotes from her on Kayla's death for the magazine. 

During break time, I follow her into a dark lane beside the school, the
place Kayla used to smoke. I spot her pink streaks, her pink trousers, 
her pink everything, and watch her surrounded by smoke. 

It could make a great headline. Kristin Davies smoked from frustration
of her twin's tragic death. But as I watch, her head tilt towards my 
direction, and she says: “I know you're there.” 

Which doesn't sound like Kristin at all. I come out of my hiding spot
and grin. “Hey, Kristin.” 

She doesn't answer. I sit beside her, smelling the marijuana. 

“How are you coping with it?” 

“With her death, you mean?” Kristin asks nonchalantly. 

“Yeah.” 

“Coping pretty well. No one else to hog the bathroom and put all those
lip glosses on my space of the room. No one to steal all the attentions 
by getting straight A's...” her voice trails off and I can sense tears. 
“It's fucking frustrating, you know.” 

I feel a little sympathy seep into my veins. I know she won't want to be
hugged, but I hug her anyway, and she doesn't push me away. My 
intention of writing about the twins in my column is gone. Maybe it 
isn't her who needs a friend. Maybe it is me. 

As she leaves, I see the famous dragon tattoo, clearly visible above her
hipster pants. 

-the end- 


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