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Heyy(: my name is Marissa! I'm new at witty, so I'm not really good at these :p I love writing. I do it all the time, and sometimes I just can't stop♥ I write about (mostly) happy stories - stories that I know will never happen to me. But every story I sneak a little reality in there, because I want my readers to be able to relate(: So if you haven't gotten the clue yet, yes, I will be mostly writing on Witty. I hope you read my stories(: If you do, or like them at least, comment on my profile & I'll check out your story or your quotes :D I DO NOT DO FOLLOW FOR FOLLOW. I think it's ridiculous - I only follow peeps if I love their quotes(: I also love soccer, Christina Perri, arts&crafts, swimming, summer, apple juice, and so much more! My favorite author is Sarah Dessen; a lot of my writing is likee hers. I'm also in love with Stephanie Meyer and J.K. Rowling(: Thanks for readingg! ♥
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Quotes by strawberry2388
i feel alone. i just want to cry.
nobody likes me.
i just lost my best friend. i have my period. i feel
so stressed with school. how could he do that to me?
I'm not fine . *highlight
I miss him. I just want my mommy and daddy.
Owie, my heart hurts from where you broke it.
i just lost my best friend. i have my period. i feel
so stressed with school. how could he do that to me?
I'm not fine . *highlight
I miss him. I just want my mommy and daddy.
Owie, my heart hurts from where you broke it.
Perfectly Broken
chapter
1.
(♥)
My story starts
with a funeral. My mother's funeral.
I looked around the packed church. Almost every lady had dripping mascara and tissues held up to their faces; pathetic.
I ran a hand through my curled, golden hair. I waved hello to a few strangers, then made my way up to my father.
"Dad," I whispered, leaning in closer. "This is so depressing."
"I know, baby, I know." He leaned in closer and kissed my forehead, then walked through the crowd to greet a few more people.
I sighed, then walked over to my group of friends. They were all huddled in the corner, whispering and chatting.
To be honest, I didn't know my mother that well. She and my father got divorced years ago, and she moved to Maine, across the country. And that was that.
"Mira," Hannah, one of the girls who though she knew me, but I honestly didn't know her. "You okay?" She wrapped her arms around me. She smelt like cheap perfume and lipstick.
"Yes," I said, pulling away. "I'm fine. Really."
She just looked at me, studying my face. I was really getting annoyed with her; she was always acting like my best friend, when really, she wasn't.
I walked over to Sierra. "Hi," I said to her, and no one else.
Everyone then looked at me, and said 'Hi' all at once. I sighed.
"Hey," Sierra said. "What's up?"
"I'm getting annoyed, with all the 'I'm so sorry!'s and the 'Stay Strong, baby doll's. I don't care about my mother, and I never will. She never cared about me. So why the hell should I care about her?" I said, my voice cold.
"Yeah," Sierra said, eyeing me. "Right."
And that's how the funeral went. People wanting to comfort me, but I never let them. After a while, people just gave up and left. I wasn't the friendliest person; and I didn't try to be, either.
---
As soon as I got home I changed into sweats and a T-shirt. I was in too of a bad mood to go out with my friends, like they invited me too; I had rather just stay home and watch That 70's Show, curled up with Morris, my cat.
"Want any popcorn?" my dad asked me. He had the same idea in his mind; he was dressed in similar clothes as me. But instead of a cat, he cuddled up with his girlfriend, Diana.
"No," I said, facing him. "I'm not hungry."
Diana then reached her hand over and petted Morris. I pulled him away, just in time for Diana to miss.
"Mira, I know you're upset, but that's no way to treat your-"
"Diana. I am not upset, and you are not my mother. Do you understand?" I hated Diana. All she liked my father for was his money and house, but that was it.
"No, frankly, I don't. Mike!" She called to my dad, who was now in the kitchen, fixing himself some popcorn. "Michael!"
"What?" he said as he entered the den. He plopped down on the coach, then threw a handful of popcorn in his mouth.
"Your daughter is being rude, and I just won't have it!" she whined. All she wanted from my dad was his money, his moves, and his parts.
He leaned over and kissed her gently on the lips. "You'll be okay, baby doll."
---
I looked around the packed church. Almost every lady had dripping mascara and tissues held up to their faces; pathetic.
I ran a hand through my curled, golden hair. I waved hello to a few strangers, then made my way up to my father.
"Dad," I whispered, leaning in closer. "This is so depressing."
"I know, baby, I know." He leaned in closer and kissed my forehead, then walked through the crowd to greet a few more people.
I sighed, then walked over to my group of friends. They were all huddled in the corner, whispering and chatting.
To be honest, I didn't know my mother that well. She and my father got divorced years ago, and she moved to Maine, across the country. And that was that.
"Mira," Hannah, one of the girls who though she knew me, but I honestly didn't know her. "You okay?" She wrapped her arms around me. She smelt like cheap perfume and lipstick.
"Yes," I said, pulling away. "I'm fine. Really."
She just looked at me, studying my face. I was really getting annoyed with her; she was always acting like my best friend, when really, she wasn't.
I walked over to Sierra. "Hi," I said to her, and no one else.
Everyone then looked at me, and said 'Hi' all at once. I sighed.
"Hey," Sierra said. "What's up?"
"I'm getting annoyed, with all the 'I'm so sorry!'s and the 'Stay Strong, baby doll's. I don't care about my mother, and I never will. She never cared about me. So why the hell should I care about her?" I said, my voice cold.
"Yeah," Sierra said, eyeing me. "Right."
And that's how the funeral went. People wanting to comfort me, but I never let them. After a while, people just gave up and left. I wasn't the friendliest person; and I didn't try to be, either.
---
As soon as I got home I changed into sweats and a T-shirt. I was in too of a bad mood to go out with my friends, like they invited me too; I had rather just stay home and watch That 70's Show, curled up with Morris, my cat.
"Want any popcorn?" my dad asked me. He had the same idea in his mind; he was dressed in similar clothes as me. But instead of a cat, he cuddled up with his girlfriend, Diana.
"No," I said, facing him. "I'm not hungry."
Diana then reached her hand over and petted Morris. I pulled him away, just in time for Diana to miss.
"Mira, I know you're upset, but that's no way to treat your-"
"Diana. I am not upset, and you are not my mother. Do you understand?" I hated Diana. All she liked my father for was his money and house, but that was it.
"No, frankly, I don't. Mike!" She called to my dad, who was now in the kitchen, fixing himself some popcorn. "Michael!"
"What?" he said as he entered the den. He plopped down on the coach, then threw a handful of popcorn in his mouth.
"Your daughter is being rude, and I just won't have it!" she whined. All she wanted from my dad was his money, his moves, and his parts.
He leaned over and kissed her gently on the lips. "You'll be okay, baby doll."
---
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Perfectly Broken
prolog.
(♥)
Mira Twain was
perfect.
In every way; she was popular, a amazing athlete, and her dad was the principal.
But that all changes when Mira's dad, Principal Twain looses his job.
Everything she's ever had goes down the drain; until she meets Josh.
Josh is everything she loves; expect popular. He's an amazing soccer player, with straigh A's.
But there's something about Josh that she know's he's hiding: but for some reason, she can't get her hands off of him. Is she finally realizing what a true relationship is all about?
In every way; she was popular, a amazing athlete, and her dad was the principal.
But that all changes when Mira's dad, Principal Twain looses his job.
Everything she's ever had goes down the drain; until she meets Josh.
Josh is everything she loves; expect popular. He's an amazing soccer player, with straigh A's.
But there's something about Josh that she know's he's hiding: but for some reason, she can't get her hands off of him. Is she finally realizing what a true relationship is all about?
"now you've gone
somewhere else far away; i don't know if i will find
you..."♥
*nmf