Rayah tells me to go get us breakfast and I nod, knowing the store is open. I stand and grab my hoodie, putting the hood over my head while walking out.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
I curl up on the front porch, not wanting to go inside and hoping to be awake when Zoey returned. Little did I know she'd end up running back. I stand and shift and block her entrance, asking what's wrong telepathically.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
Someday, everything is going to go right for you, and it will be so wonderful you won't even know what to do. — Hannelore Ellicott-Chatham, Questionable Content