February. That one month where it was still cold, stores were decorated with hearts and some people had already forgotten about their New Year's resolutions. February. When a person wished it was already March, just for the pleasure of something different.
"But then they'd start wishing it was April. And in April they'd wish it was May. The list goes on. Why aren't people ever satisfied with the format of a year?"
Teresa Goodway found herself wondering the same thing every day. Sure, she was the mayor of a town with nice folks but there was only so much she could do. As each year passed, she found that human's expectations were just too high for even the size of the vast planet earth. It was like everything needed to be perfect. People were always afraid of even just a little mess. It made her fed up. Course, she wasn't a quitter. But a small part of her feared that she'd innocently and inevitably screw up one day and blow it. Then she'd let Adventure Bay down. But then again, it was February. The year was still young. There was time to mentally prepare, plan and make every effort to enjoy the new year and lead others to follow that example. So with that, she straightened out her dark blue skirt, gave her purse chicken a pat on the head and continued on her way to the Lookout, being extra careful in her step inside and out. For this was the way she had been brought up. By not her own parents but herself.
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The Two Of Us (will be continued)
FanfictionThey say life's like an obstacle course. That we're like pawns in a game. That we each have a purpose to survive for. To play for. And you either beat your opponent or you don't. But I think we're stuck in between. Not winning, not losing. Just...
