I smile and skip down the bleachers, burning a part of his pants before handing it over and heading outside. He swears and I bolt outside, laughing before he can catch up with me.
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
You are going to love some of your characters because they are you, or some facet of you, and you are going to hate some characters for the same reason. — Anne Lamott