♥My Very 1st Tag | ~Filofax:Forever~ | ~Evil Slythie~ | Chris' Caretaker♥ LXXVII. Homework (100) 'Might as well get up.' Frida thought and slid out of her bed. There was no way she would be able to fall asleep again.
Her eyes landed on her large wardrobe and she could faintly hear papers sliding down from their place within it. She walked over to sort things out. Opening the wardrobe a flood of old homework papers spilled out onto the floor; one in particular caught her eye. 'This doesn't belong here...' It was an old drawing Calvin must have drawn when he was around seven or eight of him and Frida, and their mother and father.
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