




Ainsleypm wrote:Paris walked and got her bag, she stood next to Jace... " hi?" She said and got her guitar ,because she sang and wrote lyrics, she needed a guitar, acoustic of corse. She saw her other suitcase, and sighed in relief, and when she got hold of it, it wasn't hers, she gulped, and waited again, nervousness hit her like how lighting would hit a tree, she ran her fingers through her light blonde hair, her eyes traced on every suitcase, good thing she had contacts on, she looked at the name tags, reading name after name, and looking at the designs of suitcases, she couldn't see hers, but for sure, more were still coming and coming. She looked at Jace again " cool guitar" she said and smiled



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