Extreme Irritation
Sitting alone in her dorm room Keda sat cross legged on her bed. She had been doodling on a piece of parchment for awhile now, not really taking note of what she was drawing. It wasn't until she finished humming one of her favorite Hendrix songs that she looked at the paper and in rather elegant font was the name "Kingsley"
What the hell was this? Keda laid back on her bed wondering what on earth was wrong with her. She hated Kingsley. He was mean, and yet lately, he was all she had been able to think about. She rolled over onto her stomach and burried her face in her pillows. There was no way she actually -liked- him was there? No. It was impossible.
Botling upright the girl pulled over a fresh piece of parchment. She made a small T-table and wrote Pro on one side and Con on the other. She then proceeded to list Kingsley's abilities and traits. Finding she had way more pro's then cons she decided she should talk to Angel, her friend. She would just have to wait till the girl got back from the library.
But how was she to bring this up?
What the hell was this? Keda laid back on her bed wondering what on earth was wrong with her. She hated Kingsley. He was mean, and yet lately, he was all she had been able to think about. She rolled over onto her stomach and burried her face in her pillows. There was no way she actually -liked- him was there? No. It was impossible.
Botling upright the girl pulled over a fresh piece of parchment. She made a small T-table and wrote Pro on one side and Con on the other. She then proceeded to list Kingsley's abilities and traits. Finding she had way more pro's then cons she decided she should talk to Angel, her friend. She would just have to wait till the girl got back from the library.
But how was she to bring this up?