#omistarter

Isn’t writing just wonderful? Especially when it’s angry. Then all the words jumble together and ya can’t even tell what’s being said. 

Residing the in the lush grass outside, It was somewhat chilly.. but she was used to the cold.. even as goosebumps literally her skin. Rufus lay still yet hands in the air holding a book above her head, studying the words carefully. She was trying to read as best as she could. Although at one point, a genuine laugh left her lips as she rolled onto her stomach, book on the grass. “Oh Peter run.. Hook’s going to get you!” She rooted on for her new favourite story book hero. Every once in a while, she’d smile, laugh and actually seem human.. and not the messed up little monster people knew her as. Hearing thee tiniest noise, her head shot up. “Hello.” She greeted the other. “I’m reading.. do you like reading?” She asked, rolling back onto her back like a pup, moving around to get comfortable. “You think Peter would come here? And take us all away from here?”