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Devour Chptr 4Chapter 4 I had hoped that my past would never come up. I ran with my foster parents to Florida in hopes that it would never pop up again. But the scars I have are the kind that never leave you. My mother compared it to a reformed alcoholic. Even the faintest smell of liquor could send him back down that path. And now Joe-joe knew about it. Sigh. I couldnt face him. I tried my best to let him see a whole me and not the shattered fragments that I really was. I stared at the floor watching the tears which stained my face drip onto the wooden dorm floors. It still felt like yesterday. I was there in NewDevour Chptr 4
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Russ
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