Her eyes were oddly glowing in the night, like some sort of animal. "Who are you?" I whispered, taking a step forward. She cocked her head to one side as if she were confused, "You aren't supposed to talk to me" she replied, "you might get hurt." Mickey Warbury was an imaginative, yet fairly miserable twelve year old...
The boy is waving his hand in front of my face a minute later. I take my earphones off groaning. "Can I help you?" I ask. "Yes actually. What is your name?" The boy asks smugly. I raise my eyebrow at him. "What is your name?" I ask leaning back. "My name is Nolan, now what is your name?" What an interesting name. "My...
Imagines for the ones who need inspiration. if you need further inspiration just ask me or tough luck. If you want to take an idea just PM me. I also do story adoption if anyone is interested in a new baby. ;D.
