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CHAPTER : 10
I looked in front of me and stared into the eyes of a stranger. Her brown eyes with a perfect eyeliner stared at me. Her raven hair cascading in waves framed her face in a perfectly beautiful way. Her dress which was quite short against her liking touched her thighs in neat pleats. Her chest looked more fuller in the heart-shaped neckline, and she was wearing the one thing she never used to wear. Heels. Her makeup is minimal to avoid looking too desperate.
As I looked at the mirror, I couldn't believe it was my reflection staring back at me. I never thought I could look pretty like other girls. I never even tried to look pretty to avoid unnecessary attention and even though I was looking pretty right now, I was not happy with the change.
I've always been a closed book, hiding in sweatshirts and converses, but today it seemed like I was more vulnerable and bare than ever.
I didn't even want to go to that party, but Liza would kill me if I ditched her. So I gra
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Submission CHAPTER : 11
Green was everywhere,Green every time.Green was hypnotizing me,Green pulling me towards it, like darkness towards light.Green was close to meAndGreen was staring at me. Sheisgoingtodie. ***** Endless pain. That's what I felt when I opened my eyes. Someone was beating a hammer on my head. I held my head in between my hands, trying to clutch it away from the severe pain. I sat up and leaned on the headboard of the bed, trying to find some support. Needless to say, I was having my first hangover, and it was not thrilling at all. I tried to see where I was, and it relieved me to see that I was in my room. Let me rephrase it. In my messy room. It seems like a war cut loose in my room which ended up with casualties such as a broken vase, a toppled chair, books on the desk somehow scattered on the floor, and my clothes from last night including my bra and underwear. Wait, what am I wearing now?
Submission CHAPTER : 12
The bell rang indicating the end of the sixth period and the beginning of the seventh period also known as hell or PE. I dragged myself towards the changing room with a heavy heart, while others were relieved to get some time out of the boring theoretical classes. While changing, I saw the marks again and shuddered at the thought of someone having fun with me while I was unconscious. The fact that I did not even know who the guy was scared me most.I had to take special precautions while choosing my dress, and a turtleneck sweater with skinny jeans and boots provided just the protection I needed. The PE uniform was a little tricky, so I bought a sweatshirt and leggings with me. The coach did not like my disobedience, but it was freezing outside, so I had the perfect alibi. "Come on, you lazy hooligans! I want everyone in the field. Start running ten laps, and whoever is the last one to complete will have to do five more!" Mr. Stone shouted at us with his rough and
Submission CHAPTER : 13
The streaks of mossy greens caged in his eyes stared at me with an unfamiliar emotion that I could not decipher. He got up from his chair and came to the front of his desk to lean on it. His fingers of the right hand clenched the end of the desk and made eerie drumming sounds which made me shudder. His face was stoic, with no emotion on display, and his hair as brown and as perfect as ever framed his face in an oddly unique way that intimidated me. A loud thunder roared in the distance, welcoming the rain with it. Drops of rainwater splashed on the windowpane and small, yet recognizable pieces of snow stuck to it, making a beautiful canvas. The room had turned colder and there was pin-drop silence. I sat on the bench near the piano and slowly glided my fingers on the top of it. I did not know what to play, but the atmosphere controlled me and I started softly, playing a tune I have never heard. I realized I was playing an original song. Myfirst
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Her red sad eyes held such emotions which I thought would never haunt her. I thought that only I was the one carrying the burden of a heavy heart, but I was always oblivious to how Liza's eyes would turn wet whenever she saw a small girl holding her mother's hand, whenever she saw a small girl learning to ride a cycle while her father supported her from behind, whenever she saw a brother standing up for his sister, all those times when it used to rain, and she would stare outside the window towards oblivion. Iwasoblivious. She looked at me with those baby blue eyes of her, which looked as innocent as a newborn baby. Tinted with red, they expressed their sorrow and sadness to me for the first time. This Liza was new to me. This Liza was scaring me. I was afraid, afraid that she might utter words which I don't want to hear, afraid that she won't tell me what was bothering her, afraid that she will push me away like I used to do to my parents
Submission CHAPTER : 15
It was Liza who always woke me up, but today my sleepless eyes stayed awake. Liza was sleeping beside me, cocooned in the covers. Her blond hair slightly falling across her forehead, covering her puffy eyes. I softly skimmed my hand on her head and kissed her on the cheek. The events which transpired left me exhausted. I was tired but still, I could not close my eyes. It was quite a shock to me when Liza told me about her past. Considering the fact that we never dug deep into each other's past, it was really something. Liza still does not know about my past, and it would have been cruel of me if I tried to take away her pain by burdening my pain on her. Moreover, I never want her crying for me. I never want anyone to cry for me. A little piece of sympathy can never heal anything. It's strange how both of our pasts are totally different from each other. It is an exact alternative. Theysaynegativepolesattracteachother
Submission CHAPTER : 16
The class was absolutely quiet when Mr. Dimitri entered the classagain. His hair perfectly set along with his shirt which was now tucked in with the sleeves buttoned up. Not a single crimp on the beige shirt that he seemed to have changed into. Shoes shinning, like a mirror, and a mild earthy scent of perfume for men that you could hardly pick up unless you were aware of it already. It seemed to me that the events from ten minutes ago were just a hallucination. His eyes flickered to me once, before he started handing out sheets to some specific students in the class, including me. He tried to meet my eyes, but I was too determined to pick at the small tear of skin at the corner of my thumb. It hurt slightly, yet the pain did very little to mask the feel of a set of green eyes digging into me. I scrutinized the piece of paper with neatly printed blocks of letters and found out that it was a form to enter a competition. Specifically, a competition held by our col
Submission CHAPTER : 17
The drive back home seemed longer and more lonely than ever. The car was silent, and even Liza was not in the mood for small talk. I was in an emotional whirlwind, having a hard time understanding what exactly I should feel. Happy because I was going to perform, sad because I did not know what to do about Mr. Dimitri, scared because I feared this new side of my teacher, confused with why he did such a thing and lastly betrayal because I couldn't find words to express anything to Liza. I sneaked a peek towards Liza and found her deep in thought. As if she was contemplating something. I decided that I should at least tell her that... "Hey Liza, um today in music class something happened..." "Yeah? What happened now? Did the hot teacher kiss you?" She smiled a little while her eyes were still on the road. I was quite bewildered by her statement, and she noticed it. The silence was awkward, but I would prefer silence rather than sharing the embarr
Submission CHAPTER : 18
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