Jan 11, 2014
Fezboy
Wisteria was about to fall asleep under a tree in the park, her hood down. She was hugging her bag to her chest and slowly opened her grey eyes to look around for whatever she had heard. She had makeup over her left eye to lighten the bruise, though it was still slightly visible. Her dyed purple hair fell waves and some almost-curls. She started to stand up and grabbed her bag. What had made that noise? She sighed and started for home, dreading another confrontation with her uncle. Wisteria kept her gaze down and let out a small huff of air when she ran into something, stumbling back, a..blue box.
