~DeLittle
I heard the door "ding" behind me as I bounded out of my mother's bakery, prancing down the street in an atmosphere of flowers and fresh spring morning.
"Have a nice day honey! Love you!" My mother yelled after me. I halted suddenly, dashed back to the doorway of the bakery, and shouted, at the top of my lungs;
"Love you too, mom!" I span around, and continued to skip down the street. Suddenly, I realized that there were more than a few people staring at me. I stopped for a second, then laughed at the thought of how stupid I probably looked, standing in the middle of the street, expressionless.
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General FictionOliver DeLuca is a crazy, energetic spitfire. He's carefree, childish, optimistic, and at the very least.....not... so bright. But don't underestimate him. He may be small, but he's got a complexity of expression under that fluff of brown hair. Now...
