Gypsy Chronicles: Salma
I stared in the mirror in disbelief as I combed through my perfectly sleek black long hair that was evenly parted right down the middle. Two days passed and I haven't received a call or any word that she was okay. No matter what I did I couldn't help but wonder if she was safe. I was worried about her, I didn't trust Mason and his group of friends. My concern grew deeper and deeper every hour I never received a call from Liberty. This was just like her, only thinking of herself and having fun; she never took life serious! It was always me talking sense back into her and keeping her on track but now this? Elizabeth was my best friend since we were 5 years old. We grew up on the same street, shared the same barbie dolls, and we were in the same classes every single year. We were opposites but always inseparable. She stuck up for me whenever the other kids tried to make fun of me and call me "Salami Salma" she loved me for me and wasn't afraid to show it. I never...
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