Dear petrified trees (what are you scared of? Is it life or death? Or are they really so interlinked that they are the same fear?),
Today was another normal day. But normal is so very subjective that sentence should really tell you absolutely nothing about my day.
Alexis was in today ("I only take one day off every week, not 5!"-Alexis) So with the whole squad back (Leo had a few bumps and scratches from the 'dentist' but nothing too serious) we could now continue working on it. I can't say too much, only that it is of the upmost importance. After we had finished planning, our normal day continued, normally.
In 3rd lesson Billy made a jab at our group that is all 'gay for attention' so of course Emily brought up 'Jamie' and Izzy counter argued extremely aggressively because billy had made the fatal error of inadvertently making one of her ships feel threatened. Miriam plaited my hair in a new record even for her whilst Daniel drew up some important plans. Leo was helping him and it was hard not to ship it even a tiny bit!
Erin went into the music rooms at lunch and healed the bass (don't even ask how) and Alexis...well she obsessed uselessly over her dictators. I mean at least all of our powers are somewhat useful and... oops i shouldn't have said that much.
Tomorrow is the day. The day of what changes, daily. But it is the day of something, Every day is a day of somethings
Much love
Lottie xx
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Normalacy
Teen FictionThis is the story of us. A story of them and A story of me. (Another in the Alexis kink series) The Dictator and her shouldn't love each other...but they do. A story by Lottie WHOOP.
