I am so sorry about how late this is! I've taken a break from writing because I needed to focus on my schoolwork. My grades were starting to slip, so I just didn't have the time to write!
Also What on earth Wattpad!? I can't log in on my phone anymore! It just says something like "Connection Error (12)"
If anyone can tell me how to fix this problem, I'd appreciate it very much, because I hate doing Wattpad from the computer!
REQUESTED BY: WonderNugget
Modern AU
"When someone says 'it's whatever' it never is! Now come with me."
I woke up relatively late; about 11:30-ish. I reached over to my bedside table when I noticed there was a note on the table.
'Went to the store, be back soon
~Dad 💙'
I rubbed my eyes and put on my glasses. I sat up and pulled on a purple tank top and some denim jean-shorts. I looked at myself in the mirror, and giggled at my frizzy white hair, grabbing my hairbrush. I ran the bristles through my long locks of white until it was shiny and smooth.
Did I want the glasses or not? I didn't exactly need them because I have contacts, but they look cute. I guess I'll keep them.
I brushed my teeth and afterwards put on some makeup. It wasn't anything special, just some blush, eyeliner, and some shimmery lip gloss. I love things sparkly.
I went back to my room, and picked up a small box of mouse food, and walked over to the small cage, containing my 4 adorable mice.
"Morning guys! Here you go." I poured some of the food in their bowl, and they all started eating up.
"I'll be back in a little bit," I said, grabbing my keys, purse, and sunglasses.
I walked out the door and inhaled the wonderful smell of Summer.
Just down the street, there was a lovely park, where the children played, couples came on picnics, students around campus always came to hang out. This park has always been a part of my life!
Still to this day, they have the old 'Granny Ruth's Ice Cream parlour'
It's been here since the 60s and it's here to stay. I don't think anyone has ever had better ice cream, than Granny Ruth's! It's not only delicious and Creamy, but it doesn't cost you an arm and a leg just to get a cone. People who don't live in this small town, aren't lucky.
As I approached the park, I saw my favourite tree. It's an apple tree that's been here since I was just a little girl. In the trunk, you can see small little indentations from where many children have climbed up onto the branches, including myself.
I grabbed onto one of the branches and hoisted myself into the tree. I kept climbing until I was up in the brushy part of the tree. I always thought this part of the tree was the best because you can see everyone, but no one can see you.
As I situated myself on the limb, I took a deep breath in, smelling the sweet scent of summer. I enjoyed this scene very much so; the children swinging, the little ducklings following their mother in the pond, which was topped off with a faded pink bridge. The paint was so old, it was chipped and had been sunbleached to a pastel.
This was where my gaze stopped.
On the bridge, there was a girl. She was definitely sorter than me, but I could tell she was probably around my age. She wore a/an (f/c) jacket that reflected her (h/c) hair, beautifully! Her hands grasped on tightly to the rail of the bridge, her knuckles were probably turning white.
