I stare up at the sky, watching the clouds play and spin and morph into whatever shapes they want. What has my life come to? I'm jealous of clouds. What the fuck is wrong with me.
But who wouldn't be jealous? They can do as they please. They can grow bigger, or smaller, without being ridiculed by other clouds. They can change what they look like. They can take whatever form they want to.
They're free, up in their sky prison.
My name is Onyx Sola, and this is my story.
A/N
Hey so this is my first actual story on Wattpad and yeah its a Fan Fiction. To all the people that say Fan Fics aren't as creative you can suck my dildo.
lol anywhore I hope you'll like my story and I would really appreciate some feedback :)
~Jessi Lived <666