When I was seven, my favorite color was pink. All four walls of my room were painted in nice, light tones of pink. Almost every piece of clothing I had was pink. Along with my shoes and hair accessories. It was my favorite color ever.This favorite color of mine hasn't changed. Of course, I have grown out of wearing everything pink, allowing my closet to become diverse in colors and styles.
Now, as I stare at the two pink lines on each test, I'm really starting to hate the color pink.
works by elizabeth
Elliot Jensen and Elliot Fintry have a lot in common. They share the same name, the same house, the same school, oh and they hate each other but, as they will quickly learn, there is a fine line between love and hate.