de·scry
verb
catch sight of
Synopsis
I blush and look back down at Garrett. He's sniffing the air and glancing at every moving object he spots. He never barks, just observes. But he has no clue what is going on between his master and the boy.
It is day four and I still catch sight of the guy staring at me with a smirk. He always leans against the same pole, with his arms crossed and backpack on his back.
He's across the street from me at the same time I'm walking Garrett.
I don't complain one bit.
Author's note
Firstly, let me start in saying this is one of my first books of many. Secondly, I suck at writing. I know this, you know this. Thirdly, please don't mention how bad it is, but please do tell me any errors, because, again, I am new.
Again, I'm a first time writer and very noticeably bad one. I love reading and writing but one talent is not like the other. I'm trying my best and I love feedback.
Warning
This is not a children's book or website. I am young adult and I do use adult language. I may or may not have sexual content. In my opinion, I don't like to write smut for teens to read because I am not comfortable with doing that.
Don't be offended and do not complain.
**very slow updates (boohoo; I'm a busy college student)**
Disclaimer
Copyright © 2015 by Paige Whitmer
All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission from the author, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law.
All of my pictures that I put on the media panel, I searched from my friend, Google. I do not own any of the photos. Unless it has my face on the picture, then it belongs to another person.
I love you all, enjoy xx
whxtmr
