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Hey guys, it's been awhile, huh? So I just thought I'd let you
Hey guys, it's been awhile, huh?
So I just thought I'd let you know what's going on.
I started my sophomore year the 16th.
It's been really stressful already.
I have anxiety, especially when it comes to school.
I'm a perfectionist, and I'm usually up late making sure my homework is perfect.
Because I'm up so late and have school all day, I haven't had much time to write. :/
Chapters are not going to be out as soon as I'd like and that upsets me. :(
Well, just thought I'd fill you all in on my "awesome" life. lol not.
xo Elizabeth
So I just thought I'd let you know what's going on.
I started my sophomore year the 16th.
It's been really stressful already.
I have anxiety, especially when it comes to school.
I'm a perfectionist, and I'm usually up late making sure my homework is perfect.
Because I'm up so late and have school all day, I haven't had much time to write. :/
Chapters are not going to be out as soon as I'd like and that upsets me. :(
Well, just thought I'd fill you all in on my "awesome" life. lol not.
xo Elizabeth
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posted August 23, 2012 at 10:41pm UTC tagged with story
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- My Mistake Chapter One As I looked around the intriguing place, my dad took my luggage out of the car and I could feel cold, unwanted breezes blowing through my hair. The tears were still running down my face as I secretly wished I had stayed with Mom. Even with her in her drunken state of mind, my father had made it clear that he didn’t want me to be around her until she turned sober, even if it meant moving to a new house in a new town in a new state. “Bailey, come on, you have been crying for hours,” my father said, annoyed, as he tried to wipe away the tears that were streaming silently down my face. I moved my face away before he could and I slowly made my way up to the old house; my new home. Oregon. Why did we have to move? If my dad said he loved my mother so much, why did we leave her with a nanny that spoke almost no English? I sighed inaudibly as I explored the home, running my tan hands over the wallpaper covering the walls. It looked comfy, but in an unusual way. My father came in with the bags. “Bailey,” he started, tiredly, “the movers will bring in the rest of your things by tomorrow morning, so take your bags to your room and then we can go out to eat to this little diner I heard about.” I looked at him for what seemed like a lifetime and shook my head. “I’m not hungry,” I lied. It feels weird just to have a conversation when we haven’t spoken in two days through the whole car ride. “God damnit! Bailey!” he yelled, which made me jump. “I’m trying to do the best I can for this family! I’m not the bad guy here! I’ve tried to help your mother, God knows I’ve tried, but for me to help her, she needs to want help first. We gave her way too many options!” - - - Somehow, I ended up at the diner after arguing with my father in the car the whole way there. At least it’s a start. We were starting to spat out our feelings. I quietly slipped into the booth. Dead. That was the diner. Dead and boring silence. I had to deal with it as we ordered. “Well, hey y’all!” A red-haired lady around the same age as my dad walked over with a pad of paper in her hand and a pencil tucked behind her ear for safe-keeping. “Well, look at you!” She turned to me. “You are so cute!” She leaned over and I could see right down her shirt. Ew. “Would you like a bendy straw?” I looked back at her. Why was she talking to me like I was twelve? “I’m sixteen for your information,” I responded snappily. The lady just smiled at me in a sickening way and turned to my dad. She had this look in her eyes that every woman got when looking at my dad. Even at the age of 45, I guess my dad was pretty good-looking, if you liked graying hair and a wannabe mustache. “What can I get for y’all?” she asked, fluttering her eyelashes at Dad, and fixing her nametag that read: Lacey. “Well, Lacey,” my dad began, winking at her, causing her to become flustered and drop her notepad. “I’d like a nice cheeseburger and my lovely daughter would like . . . ?” He looked to me expectantly. I scowled, looking at the menu. “Some fries,” I muttered, not looking at either of them. My dad smiled at Lacey. “A thing of fries for her, please.” Lacey nodded shyly and walked away. When she was out of earshot, Dad looked at me. “What was that, Missy?” I looked at him, my brown eyes wide in disbelief. “What do you mean?” I thought of the scene that just happened but lost my train of thought when a boy about my age walked in. He wore faded skinny jeans and a tattered shirt. His dark hair was spiky in some places and ruffled in others. My father followed my gaze to the boy and then looked back at me. “Stay away from him,” he murmured. “From what I’ve heard, that boy’s really mysterious. No one knows much about him except that he’s trouble.” The boy was mysterious. He kept running his hand through his hair as though nervous about something. I saw him glance at me and we had a couple seconds of intense staring as his brown eyes bore into mine. I didn’t know it then, but my father was right. The boy’s name was Drew Walker. And he was, in fact, nothing but trouble. Hey guys. So, this is the first chapter. Most of you have probably already read this on the other account, but if you can, please fave this again and PLEASE comment so I can see how you guys are liking it, what you think and stuff. c: So school started and I'm just letting you guys know that chapters will probably not be out as soon as you'd like them to... I've been to two days of school and I already have a shitload of homework. Notes in AP American Government, a packet in Honors Chemistry, a worksheet in Honors Geometry, 20 vocab words in Honors English, and a translation in Honors Latin.. lmfao remind why I took these classes? Ugh saljdga;s. Well, please comment what you think! Oh yeah! And if you want notifications, go to this quote pwease: http://www.wittyprofiles.com/q/6154393. Thanks, babes. xoxo Elizabeth / everyb0dyt4lks
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