Chapter81 BLS 3 – Speaking of the Devil

Janet Stanmore Don't you just love the feeling when a nice wind hitting your face? I'm a careless person at one point, on the point when I'm really tired handling the things that happened in my life. Now it's the time, Sky's encounter makes me sick, I hate it so much and it bothers me so much. Thinking how am I going to get out from his territory and try to have a good life for some time? My whole life consist of struggle and sadness, I'm not complaining though. Seeing other girls have a really good lifes makes me kinda envy. When will I get that? "Pouting in the middle of the day is not good, beautiful." I flinched a little and turned to see who is trying to make a conversation with me. His blue eyes was the first thing that I notice in him. His light brown that style up. He has a pointy nose, thin layer of mustache and beard. He held a ice americano in his hands. He wore a white shirt and black jeans. "I know." I answered