 Anna <33 ★ wannabe historian ★ Baekry
Timmy twirled excitedly along the corridor near her common room. She had finally gotten a solo in her dance school back home. Getting dizzy after a few more spins, the small blonde sat down on the floor and read her letter over. 'Have a routine prepared for when you come back to the class.' Timmy read that line over and over. How was she supposed to prepare a routine and have it all prepared for summer? Even though summer was a long time away. Or just two months away. Sprawling out on the floor, Timmy covered her face with the letter and began to think up ideas.
__________________ I don't bend easy, budge or break;
Trust me, you don't want it with the female Scarface; |