shelovesguns
We ask for forgiveness, not permission.
It was a dull Saturday afternoon, and Nancy couldn't help but groan from frustration. This summer has been boring, and she dreaded leaving for college. She hoped that this summer would be joyful and exciting, but it just wasn't. It wasn't close to that at all. Because of this, the days only felt faster.
Looking down at her fingers, she began to scratch her cuticle, shaking her leg... Possibly something could happen today? Who knew.
(Rahh not a lot of writing so far but I plan to expand on it the more I go!!!)
Looking down at her fingers, she began to scratch her cuticle, shaking her leg... Possibly something could happen today? Who knew.
(Rahh not a lot of writing so far but I plan to expand on it the more I go!!!)
