As if it couldn't get any worse, the door swung open, and she jumped in.
She wasn't wearing her usual purple sun dress. She was wearing a black leotard and 8lb ankle weights, baby blue.
Her lips were coiled, her hands rested firmly on her hips.
On her forehead was tattooed in deep purple: C-39.
This is like the story you sent me...you leave me hanging, just when it gets interesting!
ReplyDeleteHave you ever seen Jimmy Neutron? When it comes to writing, I'm a lot like Professor Finbarr Calamitous, I rarely finish anything.
ReplyDeleteHowever, I do plan on finishing the other story. I've just been focused on getting this ballroom program up and started.
Andrew, I know that your ballroom venture is going to go great. :)
ReplyDelete*hugs*
-Andrew