Jelly x Filled x Donut
Two Thousand Club
Just as usual, Peyton was alone, in the yard sitting on a metal plate. Most of the residents made fun of her for this but, what they didn’t know was that she sat on this to keep from lighting the grass on fire. In her glove adorned hands, was a tattered and tired looking book with fade gold writing. Part of the writing read William Shakespeare’s Rome-- and then completely faded away. Every morning you’d find Peyton out here unless something had gone wrong and she didn’t want to come out of her room. Peyton’s long wispy red hair shifted in the breeze and brushed along an old page of her book. As she read, her amber lit eyes moved slowly as if she were peering into the very soul of William himself.