We have family therapy this afternoon, …
We have family therapy this afternoon, we go every Tuesday. It's been helpful, somewhat. We've …
Oh and to the first 1937 words, I couldn't help but add in a description of Gia. I can see her clearly in my head- she's beautiful, with features that would make anyone drool, but she's got high standards, and she's afraid.
But here's the paragraph before where it's added, the actual addage, and the after paragraph so you'll know where Gia fits in.
"You won. You've been out for a few minutes now. We were getting worried." The girl, who Ellie could now see, with auburn hair and bright green eyes- eyes like Ellie had never before seen- replied with a sigh. Ellie's stomach clenched. She smiled nervously this time, in what she hoped was an apologetic way, but was more nervous. She had elephants stomping in her stomach... and she wasn't sure if it was due to passing out, or due to the perfect face in front of her.
She could barely think. The beautiful girl- Gia- had olive skin that set off the color of her hair nicely, almond shaped divine green eyes, plump full lips, and a straight nose, all held on an oval face. She was a vision- she was perfection- she was like nothing Gabrielle Francis had ever seen before. She looked like someone you would see in the movies- not a real person. But the sincerity that showed in her amazing eyes, the softness and musicality of her voice, and the soft way she moved suggested she was anything but one of those girls- she was real.
The red-haired girl stepped away, taking her soft hands and calming voice with her. Ellie tried to sit up on her own, but within a matter of a second two people helped her up. She brushed them away, finally getting her bearing back- at least physically. Mentally and emotionally, she was in a whirlwind.
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