Halee moves a little before jumping up and running to a bush, doubling over once she gets there. I run after her and crouch at her side, "You alright?"
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
My mind blanks at her words, my body tingling. I lower myself to sit beside her and don't say anything for a few moments, "You're... Oh my god. Your father is going to kill 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
“Rise like Lions after slumber
In unvanquishable number.
Shake your chains to earth like dew
Which in sleep had fallen on you—
Ye are many—they are few.” — Mary Shelly