This is a little story I made for my English class. It is a true story I just thought I would share it with all of you guys! Please vote and comment and also more importantly:
Live Every day like it was your last
It was a perfect day with not a care in the world. There was a nice cool breeze hitting my cheeks making them turn bright red. Though I really could not smell it but there was an indescribable scent in the air. Nobody was there to judge me about my hairstyle or the type of clothes I was wearing. Everybody was hanging out with everybody. Having a feeling of security; knowing they would always have my back. I thought to myself, You do not need to be popular or have the greatest sense in fashion to have great friends on a perfect day! Best friends all around me, loved me for who I was. I am thankful for them on this perfect day. I just question life one thing: Why cant everyday be this perfect?
Pretty please vote and comment! Thank you SO much! God Bless :-)
