Footsteps beated across the tiled floors. These nervous feet were squeaking like mad as they skidded across each little section. These were the feet of Oona, as she was pacing from one side of the room to the other. She was nervous, heartbroken, and most of all, depressed. Her sensitive, "sweetie pie" personality was taking a major beating. The purple haired girl's usually sweet and innocent conscience was filled with thoughts of sadness and thoughts of the future.
Why would happen to Nonny? Would he survive? Would he...
Weeks had passed par since Molly and Deema talked. It has been so long that they didn't seem to know eachother. The mois of June ended with a big bang and slowly enetered into the hot July.
The wedding was in a mois and Molly was as hectic as ever. She had so much to plan in so little time. She had to finish the invitations, decide on the brides maid dresses, choose the cake, and decide on her own dress. There were many things she had to plan, and what made it plus upsetting was that Deema wasn't even there.