http://slow.writerscafe.org/cookieoftime The original writings of author Ana en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776383728 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15            For days this had continued. It had soon gotten to weeks that i was sitting on the fourth floor with no one by my side but my journal. I had passed by the pole multiple times but hadn't talked to the pole kids. "Make friends with the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cookieoftime/330818/      Getting off the bus I start my walk towards the dreaded hellhole I call school. Two long blocks that could very well be considered four. As I walk in my green and gray striped shirt and new jeans I feel butterflies in my stomach. My blonde hair is down like it always is and .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cookieoftime/325006/ Pretty much the story of mu life as of now. Might change. Who knows. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cookieoftime/325004/