Post by Kriss Janson on Oct 11, 2006 20:00:18 GMT -5
Walking on the top wall, exactly on the top, Krissa began whistling. Her blonde hair puffed around her face, in a different hairstyle she hasn't worn that week. A black tanktop under a grey off the shoulder shirt, along with tight hiphuggers, and the usual prep flipflops, was all she was dressed in. Of course with the chandaler earings.
"Your chance is come and gone, cause you know its a little to late.."came out her iPod, which was laying on the wall.
"Your chance is come and gone, cause you know its a little to late.."came out her iPod, which was laying on the wall.
