I glare at him, "Well then..." I crossed my arms. "I guess I'll go make out with some random rapist guy on the street then." I said playfully running outside.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
I smile and watch him, sliding down the tree and playing with my hair. I start humming a song and see a butterfly. I grin and chase it, still playfull.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
More than anything she wanted the world to be uncomplicated, for right and wrong to be as easily divided as the black and white sections of an Oreo. But the world was not a cookie. — Roshani Chokshi, Aru Shah and the Tree of Wishes
