18Heheh I broke the 20k word thingy B)
That makes me happy like a wittle butterfwy.
-eats her veggie burger in silence- XD
I'm sorry I haven't uploaded more chapters. I hit major writers block with this story and I was just freaking out a lot and screaming at people XD
Btw have you ever noticed how all my stories are slightly related to each other? It's weird, lol.
Enjoy, my Fluffysugarloffums:D
Surprisingly, when I wake up I don't feel like shit.
Instead I feel pretty good, so that's a nice change of pace. Maybe it's because last night Liam made cold linguini with clam sauce and warm orange soufflé.
My favorite. Yum yum.
I crawl out of bed and go to the living room to pick out clothes. Graaawwrrr. I wanted to wear a vest today, but I spot no vest!
Now I remember that I never had a vest.
(Insert retard here).
My shower isn't long really, I take approximately fourteen minutes and fifty seconds and turn off the shower-head manually. I shuffle out of the bathroom and back in my room where I slip on my undies.
Today!
I!
Am!
Wearing!
A highlighter yellow shirt that fits really snug on me. Underneath I have a white, thermal long sleeved shirt that has the little waffle pattern that somehow makes it warm.
Something like that. I just wear my black and white beads because I don't feel like taking a hella long time taking shit off in gym.
My pantticus-totalis today are neon green skinny jeans!
Call me potty, but they are hella sick and Celeste got me them and I love them and stuff and I'm going to marry them and go to Kansas for no reason and then have pant-babies and get all fat and go on nutri system and-
...Where were we!? Oh.
My socks are pink and blue polka dots, but they go bye-bye when I slip into my rainbows and duckies wellie boots.
Once again I'm going to say that I feel SO great today.
It's like whoa man how you doing. Whoa man I'm like, great.
Like whoa.
I'm picking lint off of Ryan Trenton's hoodie. He's sleeping and I'm bored and Mrs. Thomas is just being cool with everything because we just finished a ten minute test.
Liam, I remember, told me the day I got hit by a car, that Ryan told the whole school about him and he got jumped and I came to save him. He said that without me, he would be nothing. I was the hero and he was the damsel in distress. He said that he loved me, and kissed my forehead like a mother we never had.
From that day on I felt like I was the older sibling.
I was the guardian. The protector.
And he let me feel that way.
Liam.
That sharp-yet-soft featured Ice Queen that you could look at, but not touch. That pretty baby blue flower you wanted to pick but didn't because if you did it would wither away. That little boy who lived under the terror of a father with no love. The list can go on. Said list let people know that my beautiful, beautiful brother was but a feather on the floor; the kind that no one wanted to step on.
A heel or rubbish would jab at it once in a while, but just one poke and the pain is gone.
My beautiful brother Liam Forest.
My beautiful brother Liam Forest with the freakish miserable excuse of a twin named Charlotte Ann Autum.
That's me. And there's him. No, I'm not going to say that I'm the mistake, or that he is. Neither of us are.
What I'm going to say... is that we sort of compliment each other. Kind of like colors. Red and green, orange and blue; they're completely different, but no one can change the fact that they compliment each other. I think there's a song that says that.
I should look at it after school...
BAM!
I hit the baseball with a crackling noise, and run like hell from first base to home. Liam cheers for me in the background, but then he gets hit in the head with a volleyball and has to continue with what his class is doing.
"Hell yea!"
My victory dance? It so owns you. Oh yeah bitch you know it.
I run back to the group of people waiting to hit and greet my gym friends. I don't know them well and we don't talk when we're not in gym but I think one of them is named Kitty and the other is Greg.
Something like that.
Well, Kitty and Greg and I talk about school lunches. It's like whoa I hate it. Sooner or later the line moved up, and they left. I join the other people who had already hit the ball.
"Hello!" The word I start with almost every conversation I have with people I don't know. Two guys look up at me, but some girl- I think it was Parker from English- whispered one thing and they left.
What the sped-vicks!
"Uhm..."
"We don't want you near us." Parker explains. Her head cocks to an angle, and obviously she means business. I'm not a fighter, so I just back away.
'Bitch.'
I really don't understand why...Why people don't like me here.
I'm not stupid, I can notice how the pattern of evil looks... but why do they never include me?
W-whatever, babycakes! Charlotte Autumn Ann Wilson can so totally be a loner! I... I can cheer for myself, yeah!
I sit on the grass happily satisfied with my mind-speech. For minutes on end I'm just in my happy little bubble. Happy slappy happy- God dammit who just touched me!
"You look lonely, Char."
I freeze.
Alexa smirks from above me. Somehow she's allowed to wear the tightest, smallest mall shirt ever for gym without being caught. Her shorts might as well be panties.
"I guess that's because I am, nukka." Me, myself and I shrug at her, bringing my knees close to my chest. I guess the answer isn't enough. She's still there.
"You might as well not even go to school at all. No one likes you, they just love Liam though. Everyone does. You can drop outif you like. Becau-"
'Just shut up!'
I spring up to face her, glaring my best. She flinches, I might as well go on.
"Shut up, you slut. I don't know what you're planning, but when I find out I will fuckingbeat your damn ass." My body trembles. I've never felt so controlling. It's great, homigod it's great.
But it never lasts long. Liam rushes towards us, splitting me and Alexa apart.
"I can hear you guys fighting all the way in my class. Just... Chill okay?"
His eyes are so... They're pleading; begging to stop our clash. Tears are bubbling from his pretty face and I feel so bad.
I'm ashamed of myself. I can't just make Liam cry.
Stepping back, I nod quietly. Alexa doesn't seem to be so easily giving in.
"You're little sister just-again she was going to-"
Liam shakes his head quietly. His voice is unsteady and it's cracking.
"Alexa... Please don't continue... I just can't tell her yet."
...Wait.
What?!
Oh-ho-ho-ho I'm evil and running out of ideas. I leave you with a cliffhanger! xD
Again, I'm sorry I haven't updated because of my writers block :( No hit plz xDD
But you should all know I love you lots! C:
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-Blank sky