| My puppy. |


Looking Not Seeing - Part 2In her seat, glancing out her window and to her classmates every once and a while, she was a bit distracted. Sydney found her eyes travelling out the window once again. Wondering why this place had to be so boring.Looking Not Seeing - Part 2
Sydney. Sydney! Pay attention please. Her English teacher spat from the front of the room. Mrs. Jollin was probably in her late forties, early fifties. She had over died blonde hair, sun damaged skin, and was dressed pretty casually in dark wash jeans and a blouse like shirt. Her hair hanging loosely over her shoulders.
Sydney let out a sigh. Gazing to the black board once again. Her face show
| Well, what is there to say? Why don't I just start putting a bunch of adjectives here hmm? Eh, I don't feel like it. X] Soo.. Horse Crazy. Animal Lover. Book Fanatic. Artistic. Loves to Write. Misses her Cat. Twin. |
It means a lot. (:
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I know the worlds a broken bone, but melt your headaches, call it home...
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I know the worlds a broken bone, but melt your headaches, call it home...
Marty
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I know the worlds a broken bone, but melt your headaches, call it home...
you're in my charity meme [link]
well your puppy is anyway CB
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~Love Cat
icon by ~Kcoishmeh
You did an amazing job. It looks just like her. :]
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I know the worlds a broken bone, but melt your headaches, call it home...
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I know the worlds a broken bone, but melt your headaches, call it home...
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