Author: Bailey Black

Overviews in the Overstreet

I could feel my toes sticking together, bound by a wet substance. As my heels made their rhythmic thud against the marble floor I knew the wet feeling encapsulating my toes was blood. I tried to forget about the stabbing pain in...

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Paving The Way For Girls In A Boy’s Club

    Her blonde hair laid pressed against her navy-blue U.S. Marshal polo. As she leaned back in her chair to sip her grande hot chocolate with no whipped cream from Starbucks, I couldn’t help but notice how relaxed she...

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