I'm no fighter, but I'm fighting.
Today was one of the days that Becky was really happy.
She'd packed herself up a lunch, a couple of books-- one about the human heart, and one about the ghosts of China. One of the girls had once said they could judge what kinda day Becky was having by looking at how many crosses she had on. Today, it was only one, silver and rhinestone, resting against the blue of her sundress.
The note-taking thing was taking forever to figure out, but Becky thought she finally got it.
That was until some long-legged sassy little bird stole her handmade diagram of the heart and took off. Becky yelped and set off after it. It was cute, but she could just about give the thing to Miho if it ate her stuff.
[Plz don't kill the bird! Just help her get her paper back, if you could. Late tags and ST welcome. :D]
She'd packed herself up a lunch, a couple of books-- one about the human heart, and one about the ghosts of China. One of the girls had once said they could judge what kinda day Becky was having by looking at how many crosses she had on. Today, it was only one, silver and rhinestone, resting against the blue of her sundress.
The note-taking thing was taking forever to figure out, but Becky thought she finally got it.
That was until some long-legged sassy little bird stole her handmade diagram of the heart and took off. Becky yelped and set off after it. It was cute, but she could just about give the thing to Miho if it ate her stuff.
[Plz don't kill the bird! Just help her get her paper back, if you could. Late tags and ST welcome. :D]