• I glanced over at the clock on the wall. It clicked slowly. I sighed and turned back to my writing. I stared down at my poor poem.
    While The Sun Shines Down On Me i Think of you, do you think of me?

    "Ugh," I ground and looked out the window. The tree's swayed side to side. I bit my lower lip. I swollowed and sat up. I tipteod over to the staircase. "Honey where are you going?" My mom shouted over the boiling water. "Up to my room to think," i lied. "Mmk," she sighed and kept cooking. I ran up the long stair case to my room. I looked at the pictures on the white wall. My 2nd birthday. My fifth birthay. My tenth birthday. and my boy friend Leaf. I sighed and ran up to my room. The least thing i wanted now was to work with something bad going to happen soon.