How long did God spend in making me?
My grandmother had told me that God made us with clay and sand and I kept wondering why I never melted when it rains or wash away whenever I play in the rain. Perhaps his clay was different.
How long did God spend in making perfect people?
Allie's hair bounced in reckless abandon as she threw her head backwards laughing. Her dimpled chin reminded me of the rabbit hole, very deep and hollow. She looked even better in the daytime. Those eyes that have glinted with excitement were shut tightly, one slim hand crossed her stomach; those girls may have told her something really funny.
"Hey Allie, remember me from the party? I am Joan, didn't know you go to my school" I rehearsed in my head.
I sighed as I stared longingly at the group. I would never hav
