Bram hated reading. He never liked it, and probably never would. So why he was sitting in the library, a three-hundred-page book in his lap, was beyond himself. Normally, Bram would be at the camp Arena by now, training his butt off. However, Bram just didn't feel it today. He didn't feel like sweating gallons, feeling the satisfaction of slashing at dummies made of straw.
Bram sighed, considering ripping the book into tiny shreds. No one would ever know, right? Bram quickly shook his head, and almost laughed at himself. What had gotten into him, lately?
Subject: Change of plans 
Thu Jul 14, 2011 5:38 pm
