kaylaoverholt
I approched the door like there was an audience feeling the suspense. The scary music playing in the back of my head. What could be on the other side? I wasn't sure what to believe. Maybe it was true, maybe all of it was lies. All I knew what that I was interested in which of the two was correct.
Why should I write about policy? Policy is idiotic. I should be allowed to do whatever I want to do. I want to make some cupcakes but it is "policy" instead to bake a cake. Maybe I'd rather have little cakes instead of going through the bother of cutting up a giant cake.