You, dear reader, are bout the read the greates stroy of all time after which you will send me numerous letters telling me how much you love and worship me and how you wish you were as good a writer as I.
*Don't expect to see me around much in the next couple of weeks. School has started again, and it'll be a couple of weeks before I've settled in. If you've asked me for a critique, you will get it, but not for a little while. Sorry*
Today had to be the most mundane day of Lizzy’s life, she decided dully as she sauntered down the dusty, old, cracked street tiles with her black bag swinging annoyingly against her legs as she took more and more steps in the direction of her boring home where she knew no fun awaited and where she was going to spend yet another unexciting afternoon doing nothing but sitting uninterestedly in her tedious room being bored.
“We’re still here,” he says, his voice cold, his hands shaking. “We know how to be invisible, how to play dead. But at the end of the day, we are still here.” ~Dax
Teacher: "What do we do with adjectives in Spanish?"
S: "We eat them!"
