Board Thread:RolePlay/@comment-38868122-20190406073417/@comment-38868122-20190515191301

Forreste shoved his hands in his pockets and kicked a rock along the shore, relishing in the sun and the soft wind. He heard his younger sister running around on the hill above him, and looked up, smiling and waving at her. "Come down, Velnia, before you scrape the other knee." He tried to call down the little wild thing. She'd insisted on them going to Shore Park, an oceanside pasture that was great for picnics- and she'd prepared a picnic for dinner. Forreste went her the day in his mind. He was popular, and hated it. He just wanted a small group of friends who liked him for him.