Someone sneaks up behind me and I subcontiously take my gun from my belt and turn around, pointing it at them. I lower it when I realize it's Jace. "Please..Don't do that again," I breathe.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
I shrug, "A creepy guy," I flash a smile. "That's happened before and it was scary," I say, hooking it back onto my belt. I fix Jace's shirt and hair out of habit.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
I smile, looking at Jace when I speak into it. "Yeah he's here," I say, chuckling. I frown as the girl asks for Jace. "She said it's a friend from school," I say awkwardly and hand him his phone.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
Edna began to feel like one who awakens gradually out of a dream, a delicious, grotesque, impossible dream, to feel again the realities pressing into her soul. — Kate Chopin, The Awakening