Millie Pullman

I arrive back to our dorm a little later than usual, and sit my backpack down by the door. I put my hands in my lap and look around nervously for you. My face is slightly swollen and red from crying. My clothes are wet from the rain, and when you see me, you notice I don't have my jacket on, which i love very much. I lightly shiver from the cold, and my curly brown hair sticks to my face from being wet. my parents taught me at a young age to speak very well, even with my disability. Hey