Broken Strings By the girl writing this fic of course
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Ugh, I am waiting for a friend to sign on AIM, (By the way, my screen name is MyClover14), so I decided to write another chappy. I guess this story can win the "what genre it is?" award. I just can't decided what the genre's going to be! Romance or Humor? Angst or Action/Adventure? Oh, I just can't choose. I refuse to put it as "general" though. Oh well, we shall find out when I am done. LET'S SHOOT FOR 100 REVIEWS THIS TIME!!! W00T! dances in a circle
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Later that evening, the weather choose to be frigid cold again. When anyone would let out a breath, you could see a puff of it, like smoke. Gladys, when she was younger, always loved to imagine that she was a fire-breathing dragon whenever she could see her breath.
But of course, now, Gladys rarely let her imagination take over her mind.
"Sh-shouldn't we find someplace a little more, you know, hidden? So we don't get eaten by cats or something?" Gladys asked, shaking furiously from the cold.
Jingle seemed unscathed by the temperature.
"Let's not." Was all he had to say.
Gladys glared at him but decided to let it roll off her back. Mother had always told her not to mouth off people older than herself. Instead, she changed the topic.
"I really miss Errol," She murmured, squeezing herself tightly to warm up.
Jingle didn't answer.
"I practically knew him my whole life. He was like the brother-"
Gladys looked up at the stars, trying to avoid tears.
"-like the brother I never had,"
(A/N: Yes, I know, short chapter. You can beat me with a stick if you want. hands reader stick)