this place doesn't exist

My perfect day.


  Michaela had been laid down on the couch that she had dragged to the student council’s room. It had seemed like a bad idea at first but with time she had gotten attached to it – not to mention she loved hiding there when she was upset. However, once she heard someone opening the door, she sat up and glanced in its direction. What are you doing here??, she asked, her voice cracking because she had been crying.

stop being so p r o b l e m a t i c