I went shopping with sunny today. After that we said goodbye and I rushed home, excited to try my new pollen perfume.
Later that day I had a surprising visitor.
It was petal.
She and I talked about boys and clothes. Avoiding war talk as much as possible. I had asked petal to say the night, but petal refused and left without another word.
Sometimes I wonder about petal. Actuelluy I wonder about everyone. What is their family like, what do they daydream about... do the even daydream at all?
I dont know, but I still wonder.
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The Woodland War
FantasyA bootifool story that i wrote when i was nine years old. it follows sum fantasy kids through war, love, bitchiness, creepiness and of course... sprite boi
