Okay, so it's 4 in the morning and I'm so stressed out it's not funny anymore. And when I'm stressed, I write.
It was a beautiful sunny morning, filled with birds chirping and little kids playing. Annatasia rose from her bed, full of energy and pep. She crossed the room, a spring in her step. She was so happy, so. . . . wonderful. Nothing could stop her, she was invincible. Except for what happened next. There stood her mom, crying, her cheeks red, her face wet. Annatasia stopped cold. What's going. . .? she asked herself. Things were really worrying her now. A sound escaped from her mother's mouth. "Huh?" she gasped, not believing her ears. "Sh-she dead!" sobbed her mother, breaking down to a blob of ruined make-up and tears.
 Toribail · Sat May 03, 2008 @ 09:17am · 0 Comments |
