Her eyes ashed at me, and that’s when it sank in— she was mad.
She whispered, “I heard you and Garrett making fun of my uncle in the library, and I don’t want to speak to you! You understand me? Not now, not ever!”
ela.
Her eyes ashed at me, and that’s when it sank in— she was mad.
She whispered, “I heard you and Garrett making fun of my uncle in the library, and I don’t want to speak to you! You understand me? Not now, not ever!”
ela.
bryce oq tenho a ver
bryce oq tenho a ver
hand two days before the second grade. The one who was still too shy to say much more than hello to me.
amiga ele te odeia kkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk
hand two days before the second grade. The one who was still too shy to say much more than hello to me.
amiga ele te odeia kkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk