rockerchick7

WARNING! This chapter contains a bit of violence, and... well... If you're reading a 2p, you should know by now. May not be appropriate for smallish children! You sat down on one of the stumps in the woods and put your head in your hands. So lost… Your father had sent you to chop some firewood, because that ego-tastic moron refused to buy a heater. He made it clear that you were only allowed to chop up stumps, because he didn’t want dead wood and he couldn’t bear the thought of killing a tree. You decided not to tell him where paper came from. That idiot. You sighed, straightening up and stretching. Maybe it wasn’