The only luck I had from my trip from St. Louis was finding this @louisvuitton key pouch! I’ve been looking for one but in the monogram pattern and it’s been sold out everywhere!!! Yay, me!! Putting all my birthday gift cards in it!! 🧡🧡🧡
Símbolo de conforto e atitude a #melissapapeterider chega arrasando em novas cores, eu super amei essa com tons de laranja e verde neon e Vcs?! 💫
Disponíveis no @clubemelissanovaiguacu, lembrando que essa melissa é uma super dica para meninas e meninos, pois sua grade de numeração é estendida, se joga nesse modelo tenho certeza que Vc vai amar! 😉💜
It was just ten hours ago when she heard the screams; everyone heard the screams, football fans & rivals. The screams from one soul, one human being; a girl. Screams that’ll pierce a dead man walking. Continuous screams right after the football victory & dismissal of the band squad. The energy from the screams from that one soul delivered pain & hurt to every ear within reach. A handful of men and women ran over to the women’s restroom at the home field and entered the magically colored red walled restroom; Laythe was one of the adults who entered the restroom. It was her first instinct to be a momma bear and to go help the soul with the painful screams. They'd never seen a red colored public restroom before. The paint was still wet and dripping from the bathroom stall handles & sink. Water dripped in the sink with a sound drip-drop in a clogged dirty public restroom sink.
In the five seconds it took the adults to realize that that was no new red colored paint but blood. Blood colored the walls of horror. Laythe gasped for air as she began drowning in her own pain as she noticed the sight of her daughter, her baby girl, on the floor lifeless.
It was her daughters feet that lay outside of the second to last stall. That chakra ankle bracelet was a birthday gift from her God praying, meditating grandmother. Laythe noticed it right away. The men pushed to remove the screaming teenage girl and Laythe from the scene immediately. Laythe fought to stay and see about her daughter but was carried out fighting with both feet off the ground and arms open to reach for her baby girl, Laythe screamed for dear life calling her daughters name listening for an answer. The men held her up and took her out; it was a struggle. Although they seemed strong, they too were weak from the bloody image they’d just laid eyes on.
What happened? She wanted to see her daughters face & inside the stall, give her her daughter. That’s all she wanted. By this time Jace was over at the restroom & saw his daughters leg, cheer shoe, and ankle bracelet gifted by his mother that was far enough outside the stall to be noticed. Cries & gasping for air as he yelled out “noooo.” “Dear God if you....