I do love going up onto our roof, however I never seem to find myself there enough. Its a lovely place to read or to think, and I’ve had many grand conversations up there. I’m growing weary of having to wear skirts, I miss my clothes, and looking like myself. But, I’m learning that those are not the things that make up Ariel. I’m excited to write this story. And I’m stoked on a teacher that knows how to give fun homework. Now, time for brainstorming. Brainstorming. Brainstorming. Brainstorming.
8 notes, July 20, 2011