{Lavender}
She sang along slowly. She wasn't a bad singer she just didn't like singing infront of people "Staring at the bottom of your glass,Hoping one day you'll make a dream last,But dreams come slow and they go so fast" She sung at the right pitch and her guitar tunes were correct, She kept singing as if the words were written in her soul
{Dallas Winston}
He went to his apartment to take a shower. He layed down on the bed relaxing. He looked out the window a couple of times and sighed. His muscles ached from the fight and he had a couple bruises here and there. He snuggled his blanket close to him to keep him warm. He was to lazy to change into his clothes.





