the grass is always greener...
Laurie lies upon a field of flowers, Spot chasing the butterflies, her bag with her books, her papers and her pencils emptied next to her. She'd tried to write a few lines but all she ended up with were some dry lines, which she'd ended up erasing and erasing.
"This is hard," she sighs, rolling over on her stomach, peeking through the wildflowers, watching Spot try to catch a butterfly with his mouth, but the gorgeous orange sulphur flitted away just in time. It made her laugh softly. "But I guess you're having an even harder time, huh?"
Spot trots over and nudges Laurie's head. She reaches up and scatches that one place behind his ear that he loves getting scratched.
"This is hard," she sighs, rolling over on her stomach, peeking through the wildflowers, watching Spot try to catch a butterfly with his mouth, but the gorgeous orange sulphur flitted away just in time. It made her laugh softly. "But I guess you're having an even harder time, huh?"
Spot trots over and nudges Laurie's head. She reaches up and scatches that one place behind his ear that he loves getting scratched.