Hello
I see you have decided to read my "story".
Yes I put quotation marks around the word story.
Why you ask.
Well, that is something I can't tell you yet.
See I have a complicated story. It started a while back. I was about 19 years old.
How old am I now?
21 and a half.
My birthday is on December 24th.
I know. Day before Christmas. Woo... not really. I don't get as many presents because it is so close to Christmas. But I'm fine with that. I mean, I'm 21 now. I don't care about presents anymore.. Well... I do. I love presents. Honestly, I think the only good things about the winter season are the good food, presents, and egg nog. Yup
I guess that explains why my parents named me Summer. Haha
Anyway, I'm going to tell you my story. I started about 2 and a half years ago.......
YOU ARE READING
The Clouds
Teen FictionLife What is it? Life can be interpreted in so many ways. How do you see it? It beautiful? Magical? Wonderful? Or is it full of sorrow? Sadness? What about anger? Frustraion? Or even fear? Fright? Or is it all bewilderment and confusion? Mine is all...
