Ultraviolet//Adam[Katie]
Jun 1, 2011 15:30:32 GMT -5
Post by ishouldbedead on Jun 1, 2011 15:30:32 GMT -5
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Bay sat, her legs tucked beneath her, outside her home, waiting. Her sketchpad was laid in front of her, as her eyes studied some of the drawings and plans. Bay could barely contain her excitement whenever she heard someone walking down the street. The cause? Bay was finally receiving a new desk after her old one fell apart last week, and it was to be brought home today. She tried to keep her focus on her sketches, though every time a sound was heard, her mind went back to that desk.
What color will it be? What will it be made of? What will it smell like? Oh, get a grip Bay. It's a desk not a boy.
Bay quietly laughed to herself as she pulled herself back together. More people walked down the street, but none were the person with Bay's beloved new desk.
What color will it be? What will it be made of? What will it smell like? Oh, get a grip Bay. It's a desk not a boy.
Bay quietly laughed to herself as she pulled herself back together. More people walked down the street, but none were the person with Bay's beloved new desk.
