Kiara was quick to follow orders getting up swiftly. She made her way to the door tripping over her scarf just a little bit. She decided to wrap her scarf a bit tighter making it so she won't trip on it so much.
For a girl, I'm not really.... girl like(?). At least not a stereotypical girl, anyway.
My nails break? Okay.
There's a bug? Cool.
Spider? I end up squishing those for most of my friends.
My hair? It's either down or in a ponytail. I know no other style.
Crying over a boy? Bitch please.
Starbucks? Eh.
Spending three years to shop for clothes? Hell no. Someone give me an oversized hoodie and my favorite pair of ripped jeans.
Not knowing what to eat? Eh. I know what I want to eat, but you don't want what I want which means I can't have it which means we're getting pizza.