When we got to the park, the next day, I put my hair down. I fix my hair depending on my mood. When it's in a ponytail I'm ready to tell or show someone something important. When it's down I'm relaxed.
We all sat down on a bench near a few apple trees with animals looking at us. Nauj was going to tell us how his parents died. He never really told us before because we were all never this close as friends, but Today was the day.
I layed my head on Nauj's shoulder and closed my eyes."Okay," he said, "I'll tell you now."He began with caution to make sure we were listening.My eyes started to fill with tears when he came to the point of seeing blood on his parents walls and bed.
Not Done! I Will Type The Rest Up Later!
 mxnsxrrxt · Thu Feb 05, 2009 @ 08:18pm · 1 Comments |
