We are taking a cab from here to the Robertson’s.”
I picked up my bag and placed the blanket inside. I had my sketch book in my hand with my favourite pencil. Hot xxx I haven’t told my mom about him, how I fell, my internal struggle or about Mr Robertson going ballistic at me yesterday. Beautifully varnished with some sort of dark oil or something. Brandon Robertson… I thought to myself. The seat was cold when I sat down and felt the sting go right through the sweat pants I was wearing. Large slabs of marble decorated the wooden cabinets of the work spaces and white marble all over the floor. The rain was still coming down hard and when I reached our small house at the back it felt like my feet were going to fall off.
