Amina flinched "Well sor-ee.
It isn't like i knew they would come back" She scoffed, running over and with a few quick swipes, eliminating them. She tossed her long black hair over her shoulder and sighed. She felt like she had a pit in her stomach. Before she had brought the boy back to the infirmary, she had told Atlas she hated him. It wasn't his fault.....it was mine.
She thought to herself in a scolding way. She made a mental note to apologize to him later.
~I do not produce signatures~
Why, you may ask?
Because i am epic like that.
If you do not enjoy my signature
That is entirely your problem
~"Love is always patient and kind. It is never jelous. Love is never boastful or concieted. It is never rude or selfish. It does not take offense and it is not resentful." -1 Cornithians 13:4