Post by SAMANTHA LEAH BAILEY on Mar 21, 2013 19:11:22 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, width: 420px; padding: 0px; border-top: 20px solid #151515;][bg=2e4461] if i die young, bury me in satin The day was bright and sunny as Sam walked through the wilderness, getting lost in thought with every step. She was wearing her favorite pair of short shorts and a simple tank top with one of Will's shirts over it. It was a bit big on her, almost covering up the shorts completely but not quite, and a pair of old sneakers. She also kept thinking about Cal, and Rufus. She hated that Cal made her baby stay at that stupid pack house every night. Sam missed her family all sleeping under one roof. It wasn't fair at all. She sighed softly and made her way to the cliffs that overlooked the town, her blue eyes looking down upon it. She sat on the very edge, legs dangling in the air, and put her hands on her belly as she laid down and stares at the clouds in the blue sky. NOTES - no notes - TAG - anyone |
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