"What are you doing?" I ask Jane one morning as I see her writing as fast as she can.
"Writing," she replied.
"What?" I ask again.
"A story," she tells me. I am surprised. I hadn't thought she liked story writing.
It reminds me of when I was a girl. I used to want to write stories so badly. I remember my notebook I owned in which I wrote a lot of fairy tales. None of them are any good, but I had a good time writing them.
"What is your story about?" I ask.
"A runaway," Jane answers. Oh well, everyone has their own ideas. Mine was princesses, her is runaways!
P.S sorry about not writing. I have been busy!