Izzybiff

Your p.o.v.   You sighed as you plopped down on the park bench. You had been looking for a job for awhile now. And for awhile you mean all day. You couldn't search tomorrow because you had business to attend to. And wear a short skirt. You and skirts had an agreement. You didn't wear them, and they didn't raise up at the most inconvenient time.   You sighed as you slowly stood. Only to be slammed to the side by some unseen force. But that force slowly materialized into a girl. She had pretty brown/black hair and beautiful brown eyes. She sat on the ground and rubbed her head. She wore a short green skirt and a white top that just barely sh