Write Me a Story

~Daisy~

We just pulled into our new neighborhood usually people are upset about moving but I think it's hurt another adventure to discover in a new town, city, or state. It may sound like we move a lot but we don't I just like to move around and see the world, no I'm just kidding we've moved twice only to see if there is a doctor that can help me get a blob of cancer out of my boobs.

~Chance~

I hold on to every memory I can of them it gets harder as I grow up but I will always remember. My panic attacks are getting better and I can talk about them some.
"Well I guess it's my turn. "I say taking a deep breath. "No man we can do it later if -" I cut John off, " It's cool. I'm ..... Ok. I say. "My parents, they died in a car reck. I was there and that's all I can say right now. " I said looking away taking small
breathes. " I understand it's ok." Daisy said, I look her in the eyes and something gives me hope that it will be ok. After I come back to reality," I'm going to step outside." I say and climb down the treehouse ladder. I sit on a tree trunk near the treehouse and taking small and fast breaths. I start looking around frantically everything was a blur. The last thing I remember is my whole life in pictures flash before my eyes, you know like in movies.

PERSONALITYS~
Chance: bad boy, player, really he's insecure, nice, and lovable

Daisy: sweet, smart, caring, independent, a girl that can stand up for herself

LOOKS~
Chance: brown hair, tall buff body, spectacular blue eyes

Daisy: light brown hair, average height, soft blue or green eyes (depends on mood)