Christina
By Gail Holmes Christina pulled her hair to one side allowing it to fall over her shoulder, taking a good at herself in the mirror; she deserved a rest, although it didn’t show in her face. It didn’t make sense to her, how can she feel tired when she sleeps so deep, her friends told her that she could sleep on a rope, she’d need no rocking she could only agree. The weekend would do her good, she never really took time off,...