Golly.
I like that name.
Today marks the last day before un semestre nuevo. I feel boiyant and obstreperous -- just let them try to stop me from succeeding this semester. I have high standards to meet from the previous months, but I will.
"Here. I picked this for you," smile.
"Oh," head lowers, a red flush spreads. "Thank you."
The daisy clings to her hand as she in turn grips the flower. They stand just outside her door (the green one with the moon window in the wood). Their eyes flutter to each other and she throws her gaze up at the settling blue-washed sky. The girls' consanguinity is felt (a new thing, yet a trifle) and they laugh and shuffle inside. The door closes behind them.
Today marks the last day before un semestre nuevo. I feel boiyant and obstreperous -- just let them try to stop me from succeeding this semester. I have high standards to meet from the previous months, but I will.
"Here. I picked this for you," smile.
"Oh," head lowers, a red flush spreads. "Thank you."
The daisy clings to her hand as she in turn grips the flower. They stand just outside her door (the green one with the moon window in the wood). Their eyes flutter to each other and she throws her gaze up at the settling blue-washed sky. The girls' consanguinity is felt (a new thing, yet a trifle) and they laugh and shuffle inside. The door closes behind them.