Mom, I'm fine.", I said removing her hands from my face with a slight smile on my lips to relieve the worry in her eyes but to no avail.
"I just don't understand. We were doing so well.", Mom said looking into my eyes searching for something, maybe she looked for understanding.
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"Athier, Athier. "I cried tugging the sleeve of his shirt willfully, urging him to get up from the couch he had established himself on. He pulled his arm back with his lips upturned."Leave me alone. "He said focusing back on the video game he was playing, obviously irritated. My lips turned upwards, and I put up the nicest puppy dog eyes I could muster, the ones that always got dad to get me the things I wanted. No one could resist it, not even mom.
Curse my hazel eyes. Yes! curse them. My round hazel eyes were the cause of my current dilemma, the true b
"Well if it isn't her majesty herself." That statement rang in my head the same way the noon bell of an execution would a prisoner sentenced to be hung.
“Ethan! What the hell.” I yelled at my boyfriend in the driver’s seat. I was still processing all that had to happen.Ethan smiled. His index finger tapped the steering wheel. “Shit! I thought you’d like to escape that place.” I shook my head and after a few seconds of dead silence I burst out laughing.
With a ‘thud’ I hit the floor. Tears were at the brink of my eyes as I held unto my elbow, which I was sure would leave a bruise. I glared up at my 'Prince Charming' as my lips tighten thinking of all the ways I wou
Sir, we can explain. "Athier began, and I unsuccessfully fought back a chuckle. He looked back at me then at the security guard.
"Hey girl!" Dylan said once she spotted me in the crowded hallway of our high school. Dylan strolled towards me, her hells made a clinking sound with the marble floors.