by Raven9606 » Thu Aug 22, 2013 9:34 am
writing a poem she glared at it, how much it sucked to only be able to write upsetting things. She tore the page out of her book and walked back to the camp, she paused wondering how many people were at this camp. She huffed a little, a loner by nature. Her quirky smile was absent and she wandered over to the cabins. Sitting down on the porch of her one she began tearing the peice of paper into little bits scattering them to the wind. She didn't want to seem different but to be honest in her heart she always had been. Her heart felt like it was a butterfly, beating rapidly from anxiety.