It was a rainy night. A dark rainy night. The kind with foggy mornings and cloudy afternoons. The man walked down the dank alley, searching. Ah ha, there it was. The box. The tall figure reached down and picked it up. The metal felt cold against his hands. He carefully turned the padlock and pulled. It clicked and fell off of the dirty box. As the man opened the lid, he shrieked with terror.

Haha, just kidding. That has nothing to do with me. I'm 15, a girl, and from Wisconsin, that lovely state that faintly smells of corn in every single way.

Likes

• ice cream
• beaches
• muddy soccer fields
• camping
• fish boils
• running
• volleyball
• soccer
• music
• rainbows
• playing the violin
• flip-flops
• apple pie
• internet
• AIM
• parties
• summer
• Shakespeare
• fresh garden tomatoes
• Europe
• penguins

Dislikes

• spiders
• colds
• getting up early
• country music
• rocks in my shoes
• annoying people
• mosquitos
• poison ivy
• exams
• world hunger
• pop-up ads
• boring classes
• chores