Dancing Panda

The only reason people go on their phones is to communicate. 
          Text someone, call someone, play an online game.
          No matter what you do, you communicate with something.
          I communicate by Wattpad. I get to learn the character's ways, find their view, speak to the author, learn something new.
          Because communicating sparks ideas, and ideas control our world. 
          This came to my mind while I was scrolling through my suggestions list on here.
          Pretty cool, huh? (Read it very slowly)
          I am currently reading My Sister's Keeper at school, (you wouldn't think they would have it at an elementary school? That's my homeroom teacher for you) and I am currently searching through thousands of books on Wattpad hoping to find the perfect one to read :3

Don't you hate it when you are scrolling through random users and you accidentally hit the follow button and it is stuck on your page forever and you can't delete it and your just like nooooooooo
          (Grammar Natzis come and get me)

It's not finished or edited yet, and that's only a little bit, but anyways READ IT SLOWLY
          IT MAKES IT DRAMATIC

Little teaser;
          Not a star was to be seen through the fluffy thick clouds lining the horizon. The dark clouds were crying, the pitter-patter of rain crashing against the bridge with great force. Below the bridge was a small, frail girl, with thick chestnut hair falling over her eyes. Weathered pages filled with artistic views of the world lay in front of her, enclosed in a leather cover with tight rope holding it together. Tears along with rainwater stained the open page, the paper holding an oil sketch of where she was sitting. Her light skin reflected the light of the car riding under the bridge for an adventure, its squeaking tires almost giving way to the slope as the car drove through. Though the child ignored all noise, focusing only on signing the masterpiece in cursive with an oil crayon, the words reading "A Lonely Bridge, A Lonelier Life; Mahogany Fertan". One last tear fell from her soft eyes as she slammed the book shut, only wanting to embrace the cold stone making the bridge and let consciousness float away. But something ordered her to resist the urge.

@Winter_Shadows No Problem!! It's my pleasure!!

Thank you for all your comments! It's encouraging me to write more! Thank you! ^_^

Sadly I am only 260 words into my first chapter, so it may take a long while until I can post it on here. But I do hope that you guys will love my story and that even though it is almost midnight you will stick with me all the way. 

My first update... Yay...?
          I guess I'll be your typical over dramatic gurl when I am on here and barely do something other than complain
          Okay?
          Okay