Flora threw herself upon the soft surface of her bed, burying her face in the plump pillows and smothered the sobs which escaped her mouth within them. The day had gone terribly, and though she had begun it with the fragile optimism she often found herself possessing, nothing could have prepared her for the harsh reality that had been this particular day.
School had presented her with little difference beyond the bleak repetition she was normally forced to endure, but the walk home had bestowed a different sort of challenge than bland monotony. While returning from the great, stone, prison-esque building that was her town's one and only high
Lol, Thank you so much for the awesome support. Ok yes Maàm. I will keep going on with my art filling. Are you responding to Austin-the-bronie`s comment. If so, Austin you might have to ...uuuhhh.. ask Fullmetalwinry before I can do anything. Lol.