They were last seen 8 months ago
you know the "Can I get a waffle?" vine? That's playing in my head at all times.
What do they like to write?
short stories, poetry, essays, bridget, texts asking my parents for money
8 months ago
June stood at the kitchen counter cursing the twelve year old can opener that had failed her once again. Her soup, still confined by its steel, shook in its can as she slammed it onto the counter. She was ready to cry when Paul came thro...