Perfect

Expelling the worst
Different names,

Different schools,

Different states,

Different clothes,

Anything that was old changed.

Lost out in the blue fog.

Of the creepiest rain....

Journal entry
I may be called snow, short for snowflake the winternights. who may I be? A small bunny with hopes and little dreams. Someday, I tell myself, I could become something famous. Something no one has ever become, something everyone DREAMS of.... Oh, I forgot to get to the point. I live in a small town called Whispering Springs. Yes, yes, it is a secret in jamaa. TO BE CONTINUED LOOOOL