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Hello again, today is Saturday, November 24, 2012. Today I feel like I should tell someone, or in this case many someones, about things I've done that I know are wrong.
It was a long hot summer that year. The heat hung heavy in the air, relentless. We spent most days swimming at the river. We spent so much time there, I'm amazed we didn't grow gills.
Her fingers roughly pressed on the keys as her lips struggled to blow the air through the shining, silver pipe with it's many bright buttons. Young Julianna, of only 16 years, could not play flute.
"Hey. I manage to shreek out before my body hits the water. My one secret, that one thing nobody knew finally backfired, not bding able to swim.
I shake my foot away from the loose grasp of the net and run, run for my life and more. I don't stop until im downtown, lost in the croud they will never find me.
I shake my foot away from the loose grasp of the net and run, run for my life and more. I don't stop until im downtown, lost in the croud they will never find me.