Hunter, looking at the field, spotted a golden head bob out to the field and clap its tiny hands. Mini targets popped up. Hunter stared, mesmerized by those golden locks. Of course, he would never admit, but he might have been I tiny bit in love with her. He watched her.
'Take your makeup off, let your hair down, take a breath. Look into the mirror at yourself, do you like you?'
-Try, Colbie Calliet
5000th post 8/3/13