Hannah Smith
Bio
Hi, I'm Hannah! Welcome to my story.
Stories (16/0)
Empty Words
We make promises, we make mistakes. Sometimes we break promises because sometimes it rains when it’s not supposed to. I understand, sometimes things are just too hard, you just can’t hold on any longer. I’m not blaming you for letting go, we all break promises.
By Hannah Smith3 years ago in Poets
The Epitome of Best Friends
It all started the day I came into the world. I can’t say I remember our first moment, but I remember everything else. I remember everything from running bases for him, when he and his friends would play baseball, to him and Greg cutting up my dead goldfish pretending it was sushi. I remember him smashing my first little guitar and him and me making cookies, meaning I made the cookies and he stood in the kitchen and watched.
By Hannah Smith3 years ago in Humans