Just Be Yourself
So, I wanted to write a story.
Heres the blurb.
"Caroline you have Volleyball
at six!" Mom called up the stairs. I was straightening my
blonde hair.
"Cant go, I have a date at 6:30!" I yelled down. My
hair was pin straight and I was in my black short dress. He was
taking me to a resturaunt in Boston. The city was far. I lived in
Lowell.
"With who? Is Jake taking you? Honey thats just two
fri-"
"Alan is taking me," I said, whipping around the
corner.
"Alan? Alan Vreeland? Bridget's son?" She asked. I
nodded timidly. Our parents were good friends. I heard a smooth
knock. I ran over to the door and opened it.
"Hi," I said.
"Hey," He said to me. "Hello Mrs. Fairwether, hi
Avalaya" He said nicely. Ava jumped into his arms. She loved
him. I had a feeling our relationship would work out. Or would
it?
so, like if you wanna read itt? Its not about volleyball. its
about acting. Just wait and see :)