08-08-2007, 07:34 PM
Morgana walked down main street, wondering what she should do next. She didn't feel like shopping anymore and the library was closed. Her parents were fighting again, so that was the last place she wanted to be. She couldn't wait to go off to college in New York, miles away from her small town.
Love is much like a wild rose, beautiful and calm, but willing to draw blood in its defense.