My room was always a safe haven. No matter how bad life got, those walls painted the colour of cream were always there to protect me. When my parents got divorced, off I went to that room, crawled into bed, and thought that the world was going to end in that instant. But things got better. I had some more good memories. Soon my room was just a place where I slept. It had no special meaning.
I tapped my foot nervously against the floor of the diner. My palms were sweaty and I couldn't help but think over and over again how I should have insisted I meet him at Starbucks or somewhere that wasn't here. But no, he said th
It was quite obvious Mom was freaking out over the wedding. Everything she said included the word 'wedding'. Here's a conversation we had just last week.
Blood was pounding in my ears. Everyone's eyes were on me. I didn't care, though. I didn't care that I was kneeling in the middle of the rose petal covered aisle with the bride and groom looking on at us with shocked expressions. Actually, everyone
—TEN YEARS LATER—I wake up to warm breath on the back of my neck. My eyes stay closed but I'm aware of Jace kissing my neck and jaw. His arm tightens around my waist and he pulls me closer to him. His breath is warm against my ea
Bruce Wayne; by day he was a normal guy, by night he was a crime fighting Batman. I wished that I was just like him. Who didn't? He was a billionaire, co-owner of a company, and always looked out for others. He was my hero, my idol.
You think that it's easy being popular. You think that it's easy having everyone either drool over you or curse your name before they sleep. You think that it's easy having everyone have huge expectations for you.
I stared at the gray undergarment, studying the yellow Batman symbol on it. My mind was bouncing around one thought: Jace Storme liked my underwear. Or at least he'd said. My mind was dancing happily—Jace Storme had liked my underwear!—but my heart was telling me that he was just joking. Nobody, especially not Jace Storme, could like anything I owned. I was a nobody.
I will admit that kissing Maxxie was terrifying. You'd think that me of all people would be mighty and fearless. Usually, I was. But I'd had my eye on Maxxie since the beginning of freshman year. I'd never talked to him until this year because I was scared--yeah, the popular kid was scared--and I didn't want to mess anything up. To me he was perfect in his own geeky way.
—TEN YEARS LATER—I wake up to warm breath on the back of my neck. My eyes stay closed but I'm aware of Jace kissing my neck and jaw. His arm tightens around my waist and he pulls me closer to him. His breath is warm against my ea
Blood was pounding in my ears. Everyone's eyes were on me. I didn't care, though. I didn't care that I was kneeling in the middle of the rose petal covered aisle with the bride and groom looking on at us with shocked expressions. Actually, everyone
It was quite obvious Mom was freaking out over the wedding. Everything she said included the word 'wedding'. Here's a conversation we had just last week.
I tapped my foot nervously against the floor of the diner. My palms were sweaty and I couldn't help but think over and over again how I should have insisted I meet him at Starbucks or somewhere that wasn't here. But no, he said th
My room was always a safe haven. No matter how bad life got, those walls painted the colour of cream were always there to protect me. When my parents got divorced, off I went to that room, crawled into bed, and thought that the world was going to end in that instant. But things got better. I had some more good memories. Soon my room was just a place where I slept. It had no special meaning.
There are a lot of things in this world that scare me, but I can honestly say that my biggest fear is an angry blonde American girl. "You're a cock sucking asshole," Melanie hissed. I was surprised at her tone and her choice of words. It seemed
He doesn't deserve you, I thought as I slid a piece of duct tape over the cardboard box. I grabbed a marker from my back pocket, wiped my eyes, and wrote MAXXIE'S COMICS
As I walked back to the concert hall I kicked snow to conceal my anger. I was upset with both myself and Maxxie. I was upset with myself because I'd nearly lost control of my temper when I was talking with him. I was upset with Maxxie for obvious reasons; he was being over emotional and irrational. Just because I decided to speak my mind didn't mean he had to go and decide he was moving to New York. The idea was absurd and made my blood boil even more.
A week passed by quickly. I noticed that Jace seemed a little bit fragile looking, like he would break if someone said a certain word. Sure, I knew he was still devastated, so I tried to be extra nice to him. It was hard though because he only gave me one word answers and practically ignored me.