by .boo. » Tue Dec 20, 2011 10:17 am
Juliet sat cross-legged under an old oak tree, a notbook nestled in the crook of her arm. A pencil was twirling between the fingers of her other hand. The song was blaring in her mind, but she couldn't put it down on paper. It was like it wanted to stay a secret, even though Juliet wanted it out.
I hope you're having a fantastic day!
I use general nicknames (bro, dude, etc.) as gender-neutral and if that makes you uncomfortable please tell me!! I totally am not trying to disrespect anyone's pronouns so let me know if you're not cool with it!