Lorena lay on a large, long couch in a weird room. She was here every Tuesday, Thursday, and Sunday for Therapy. Her randomness was starting to get out of control.
"It all started when I was 5 years old...", she said.
"I was a troubled water nation baby. I was isolated." she said, looking up.
"Then, when I turned 6, my cousins came over. I was sitting stop an ice hill, when they pushed me off, and I hit my head and fell."
*walks in*
Mhhmhmm....
Sounds like the time i went peguin sledding and I flew off and hit a purple iceberg...
