 Dude. The Pensevies aint got nothing on you. Aslan is the God
Future Seventh Year
Sammy belongs to samthehpfreak and Everett: Mordaynes
Amy lay on her bed, staring at the stone ceiling, her brown hair fell in waves over her shoulders and her cat sat on her stomach, she stroked her absentmindedly, chewing her lip, somewhere in the back of the room, Sammy was bopping up and down like a maniac, her blonde hair flopping up and down as she began to head bang to a silent song, she was humming mentally in the corner. Amy sighed. She couldn’t do this. She couldn’t handle this. She was going MENTAL.
She sat up “Sammy, pinch me”
“Why?”
“I think I like Everett, that’s why” She said, flopping back down, her hair falling back over her face and shoving her hands over it |