She was beautiful. Brown hair, with the most amazing blue eyes you've ever seen. With a smile that just topped it off. I could have sworn I was in love with her, and I barley knew her. I wanted to think of her for her personality, not her looks. But I couldn't help it. She was like a burnt image in my head. I wanted to kiss her, be close to her. She always smelled like a thousand roses. I couldn't get enough of her perfect aroma.
It was just like any other day in this terrible town. Rainy, humid, annoying at the least. I was staying after to help some of the younger k**s with... Continue»