Aye sat there.

On the ground.

Holding a pencil..... the wrong way.

How did you hold a pencil again?

She shook her head and bit her lip, glaring at the blank piece of paper in front of her.

She had come to this spot to try and write a journal, she did after all have thoughts and feelings she wanted to express, and a journal did seem like a perfect way to do just that.

There was only one problem.

She screwed up her face into a whiny, angry, upset, pout, and threw the pencil across the road.

Standing up quickly, pretty annoyed, she made a mental note, "Learn to write."

She stalked off, stomping her feet childishly.


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