It was Saturday,
I walked to work,
at 6.30 am,
arriving to serve coffee,
to complete strangers.
I finished work at 10.30am.
I hadn't had breakfast,
simply a small hot chocolate,
before my shift.
I went to Molly's basketball game,
they were short a player,
so I had to play.
YOU ARE READING
desserted (brooklyn's story)
Jugendliteraturshe didn't mean for it to happen, she stopped eating, not because she was fat, she knew she was already small, still didn't stop her from making comparisons though. (first book in the 'small' series. based on my own experiences)
