Post by Connie on Jul 19, 2008 21:15:07 GMT -5
It had been a long day for Connie.She had danced well,but she sprained her ankle..or thats what Medda had said. I bet that it isn't even sprained thought Connie.Connie was a though girl,she never really gets hurt, she also never really complains.
Connie looked down at the river. Thats a long way down, thought Connie. Connie loved the Brooklyn bridge, when Connie would come to the Brooklyn Bridge or the Brooklyn Docks it usually meant that she had a lot on her mind, and just needed to think.
((sorry its so short, writers block))
Connie looked down at the river. Thats a long way down, thought Connie. Connie loved the Brooklyn bridge, when Connie would come to the Brooklyn Bridge or the Brooklyn Docks it usually meant that she had a lot on her mind, and just needed to think.
((sorry its so short, writers block))
