Beautiful Scars on Critical Veins
Hi
When I came back, the pink haired girl was gone. I couldn't help, but feel a rip in my heart caused by regrett. 'Damn, my stupid bladder,' I scolded myself in my head. I sat in the waiting room outside my moms office. I started to get really bored after waiting here for 30 minutes.
It seemed as if my wishes was somewhat answered because the door started to open. When I turned my head towards the door pink haired girl was there. I perked up at the sight of her. She, however, looked like she seen a ghost. Her eyes wide, her legs trampling, and she looked like she was going to fall.
"Are you okay?" I asked carefully with concern in my voice. She ran. All eyes were on me. I knocked on the door she entered. I could hear quiet sobs. She opened the door with tears streaming down her voice. I could feel my heart break at the sight of her.
Notes
Well she is an awkward bunny.
Finally about to update. I'm on quotev so much I sometimes forget I have stories on here
6/5/16