TheLoliBrigade

Somewhere, in a country, in a town, in a house, sitting on the window-seat there is a girl. She sits scribbling something in her notebook. She does this often. What is worrying about this is that unlike other people she doesn’t use this as a diary, or something to do homework in or a place to draw or write stories or songs. She uses it to do all of the options, except for homework, and one other. She uses it to place her theories. It’s a good thing that no one read it, theories like that could shake the world. Sometimes it’s best if the world is left as it is. She looks up at the sky. She thinks of the limitlessness of the univ