As the phone wrings,Layla already knows it's time,second time at church in a long time,
As she grabs her shoes and ties a knot,puts on the white puffy vest as her dark red hair flips down,ready,she runs down stairs into the van.
"When will we be there?" Flips through my mind a million times,I Layla,am excited,but this girl,goes on and on,oh her life is so horrible!
*i roll my eyes*
As the van pulls up to the church I jump out and follow a fellow sibling,so were do I go?
As we run through the halls and find the room,they ask if I want to stay with the younger sibling
"No," i said,the lady look surprised,but this was me time,so i walked over were the others were and we play a game,running to different spots of the room for what felt like ever
Running,I hate,especially in front of others,but I play along.
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The Message
PoetryAs Layla figures out something that helps her understand luck and life,the message is all she needs.
