Hiii. I'm Nicole.
I ask a lot of questions, get used to it.
I will pretty much dance anywhere, sorry if I embarrass you.
Hanging out.
Music and more music.
And I talk a lot, just to warn you.
Hit up the IM, OffTheWall626
It's when the leaves are leaving-
Flying off branches in a cold wind.
That's when the grown-ups ask us, what are you going to be?
We think about it.
We buy pumpkins from the man in the parking lot.
We pick the lumpy ones, the long ones, the fattest ones we can find.
The trees are almost bare.
Old sunflowers bend over in the empty garden among the corn husks.
They look like tall bones.
The night comes, and in the darkness strange faces burn in the jack-o-lanters.
At last, it's time to choose: What are you going to be?
