Cintia |13 |Taken.
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I'm kinda a boring person.
Currently taken..
I'm a nerd. School runs my life.
&so does gymnastics.
My best friend is Jason Hanny(: (ireallyliketacos)
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Ive changed so much..
I dont rememeber who i once was.
I miss who i used to be.
I used to not care about what people thought about me...
but now, its all i can think about.
Anyway.. Sorry to bore you.
Have an amazing day! :)
This is what came out of my dad's mouth this morning:
"Do you really think
he cares?
Boys at that age really don't care about you or your
feelings.
They only want one thing, and that one thing alone.
Do you understand me?
You mean nothing.
You're just a number to him.
&you are not a number, and you will not be treated like
one...
Understood?"
Th​anks Dad.
I love you too.
A Dozen Roses .
chapter
2
I checked the clock. 7:45am.
School was going to start in 5 minutes.
“I might as well get ready,” I said to
myself.
Opening my closet, I picked out my outfit.
A million different clothing combinations swirled around in
my head.
Black dress, red shoes, red lipstick. Perfect.
I couldn't wait to see my boyfriend, Brandon.
He had just come back from his family vacation to France,
and I wanted to look my best for him.
I looked at myself in the mirror.
My blue eyes looked tired, and no matter how much makeup I
put on,
I couldnt hide the stress in them.
My almost black hair was a curly mess.
Frying it with a straightener would just make it worse. I
didn't care.
I just wanted to go to school. Maybe once I got there,
things would start to make more
sense.
Right after I had left the house, I
realized that I had already missed the bus.
My parent's cars were still in the driveway. It was a
windy and somewhat dark day.
The clouds had hidden the sun, and the neighborhood seemed
very gloomy.
I wanted to go to school, and I didnt care what it took for
me to get there.
I wanted to get out of my house.
Something about what was going on wasn't right.
So, I started walking.
A Dozen
Roses .
chapter
1
I rolled over in my bed, trying to find a
comfortable position.
The sheets were cold, which sent a shiver up my spine.
I cracked open my eyes, and saw beams of sunlight emerging
through the blinds on my window. Light? The sun was never up
when I woke up for school. I panicked. My mom and dad usually
came to wake me up in the morning. What was going
on?
I sat up in
my bed, and stared at Chloe who was curled up in a ball on
the edge of my bed. She was just waking up too.
“Good morning kitty,” I whispered, almost talking
to myself.
Keeping quiet, I tried to listen and hear if I could hear my
mom and dad getting ready for work. The only thing I could
hear was the sound of Chloe breathing. Other than that,
absolute silence.
I slowly dragged myself out of bed, and tiptoed across the
wooden floor to my parent's bedroom.
On my way there, I noticed a vase on the table next to the
door.
A single black rose sat delicately inside it.
I didn't remember seeing that there before.
Oh well. I stared at the door to my parent's bedroom, and
I thought to myself, “they're probably just still
sleeping. No big deal.”
Holding my breath, I pushed open the door,
praying that I would see my parents lying in their beds.
I let out a loud and insecure scream
when I saw that there was no one in their room,
and their bed was made.
Should i
continue?