MissJessiRaven
The mischevious of the mischevious ;)
Cadence looked at the flower and slipped it in her hair as she went back inside and continued to jog. She remembered jogging was her life, track and music was always her life, it soothed her when the teen couldn't deal without human interaction or showing people her feelings. The excited teenager ran and ran, until her lungs finally felt like they were closing in she started walking. Cadence was already bored even with her rare ability to interact with people. Was there something to do?