I stand and remember that little criminal club Jaylee told me about a while back. I sigh and decide to go, throwing on a mini dress and curling my hair. I throw on high heels and stuff some money in my bra before walking out to Louis, "Going to a club," I say, sighing, "Need to loosen up."
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
When I use caps I do not want you to read it like a little screech, I want you to read it like a 5,000 year old ogre with the strength of 10,000 men. — avianwings47
