Carrie looked around and then thought of what she wanted to draw. She began sketching easily. OOC: I can make a girl for Daxma ^^ <3
awesome =D
2. Misty is a cool 13 year old >> *needs to add her to MSN*
She smiled. "What do I owe you then?" she asked.
She smiled. "I don't know what you did but okay?" she chuckled.
so whats up everyone? xD
She chuckled. "You see me like that, there's no shame in not letting you draw me," she chuckled.
She leaned in also, kissing him softly.
She let her breathing become shallow and short. In her sleep she couldn't feel any pain, or any soreness. It was her mind helping her through this.
She chuckled. "Sounds nice," she said.
She shrugged her shoulders up. "Do you?" she asked.
She smiled and closed her eyes, letting the pain take her into a soft sleep
She chuckled. "And maybe you can draw me sometime," she said.
She chuckled and moved up off him and beside him. "It was," she said.
She chuckled. "I like to draw, but i love to paint," she said.
She breathed slightly. "John...putting yourself down won't help anything... Please, for our sake don't try to.. I love you too much," she said.
Carrie walked in sitting at an empty station.
She broke it off slowly and smiled.
She let out another scream and clenched her hand. "Don't argue with me," she said in a high breathing out tone.
Carrie heard the bell ring at the end of class, and raced out of her first period room. She headed to Art next.
