Sitting quitely somewhere near the back row, Whitney's eyes travelled to the front of the room as all the eager students raised their hands to volunteer.
For some reason she couldn't tear her eyes away, just to see how this girl would make it disappear, and if she could. What would Whitney do? Elbow it out the window, and with that a smirk appeared to her dainty lips, for that was exactly what the girl had done.
__________________ Take me away.
"Oh do you have a story, do you have a story for me?
Do you know the one where we'll all live happily?" |