Becca

you go, girl!

Yay! Writing is so fun, im gonna keep going on this story :D

Nat
that was amazing!

Feel free to continue it- I loved it!

<3

“Fine but at least put something on your arms, it’s colder than mid summer,” My mother draped a red sweater over my arms. Wait, that sweater. I look down and see it's the same one I’m wearing now.

To be continued if you want. :)

Summer is slowly turning to fall. A crisp breeze blows my hair into my face. As I walk down a trail in a park, I get hit with a memory. It was me on this same trail when I was what appeared to be four.

I was hand in hand with someone I didn't recognise, I pulled whoever I was walking beside over to show her a beautiful flower. I looked beside me now and the flower, most likely not the same one but the same kind, was still there. Young me danced around with a bloom from the flower in my hair.

“Becca, be careful, there's poison ivy, and who knows what out here!” The woman with me said.

“I’m fine mommy,” Little me complained. I never knew my mother, but apparently I did.

running out of space

yes yes yes yes yes!!!

You are an excellent storyteller, Nat!!

*nervous shift in chair, as thinking about evil smile.*

would you... like a story?? *devilish grin*