by Gabriella Joy Donaldson
I walked along the slick asphalt towards class, the air was heavy with the previous night’s chill and that morning’s discomfort. My clothes didn’t feel right, my curls were wet, my sock was…
by Gabriella Joy Donaldson
I walked along the slick asphalt towards class, the air was heavy with the previous night’s chill and that morning’s discomfort. My clothes didn’t feel right, my curls were wet, my sock was…