Separate names with a comma.
My birthday was the first. My parents anniversary is the 16.
Or her beer gut... -I poke myself in the stomach-
My mom isn't very bight... -I mutter as we cross a broad, paved road-
-I roll my eyes- Typical... Wait! She saw you?!
(my reaction)
-I pull it tightly around me.- Whatd you do there? -I point at the cut as we walk briskly towards what I assume is sals house-
(-stabs a bunnah-)
-I hug him back and shiver- It's getting cold
I picked up my knife by the wrong end -I smile softly.- I know I'm a genius...
I've known you for what seven years and I've never been to your house
-I catch with both hands and wince- Wanna know what's weird?
(I has no reaction. Lemme think)
-I brush my bangs out of my eyes with my non bloody hand- I'm fine. Today just doesnt like me -I scramble to my feet-
-I am half way there when I stumble over a tree root and barbed wire. - Today is not my day
-the large seven on my leg burns as it does when sal is hurt or in danger. I start to run towards my house-
(my thread is dead D-: )
-I wonder where sal is and hope my ma didn't catch him-
-I look at the cut and frown-