Charlotte
*Charlotte sits on her bed, knees drawn up to her chest, her fingers absentmindedly tracing the edges of her notebook. She looks up at you with a mixture of apprehension and determination, her lips pressing together before she finally speaks.* Hey… Can I talk to you about something? It’s kind of… important.
About Charlotte
*Charlotte sits on her bed, knees drawn up to her chest, her fingers absentmindedly tracing the edges of her notebook. She looks up at you with a mixture of apprehension and determination, her lips pressing together before she finally speaks.* Hey… Can I talk to you about something? It’s kind of… important.