Dear Eliazabeth,
It took all my strenght to get up and start writting again. Clayton I saw outside my window, while getting some air. There was a Blonde girl about an inch or so smaller than him, wearing the same dress as me, but in green. They chatted away happily until, they did something other than chatting. They pressed thier lips together. She put her arms around his neck, and I backed away so quickly, I was not able to see if he accepted to kiss or pushed her away.
I C\can not write anymore, I am sorry.
Fairlamb
YOU ARE READING
Dear Elizabeth
RandomFairlamb is not your average hobo. She falls in love, moves in with a speacial someone, and gets kidnapped, and has the time of her life. She will enjoy telling this to her grandchildren
