User:CreepyCreepers

I didn't care much for her.

I was twelve at the time. I was young and impressionable. My mother had died when i was young, so when i was twelve, he remarried.She was tall, tan and had dark hair. "Carmen?" I said towards my father, with a curious glance over from the passengers seat." Etra, I just know you will love her!" My father continued to drive.

I must say, by the time we got there, I was tired. I walked up to the door. Walking felt strange after a four hour car ride.