Diamonds are a girl's best friend and I should know, after all my father often showers my sister and I with the fanciest of jewels and yes, that includes diamonds. And like most of the female population, I'm not immune to their charms.
Except for today. If there's something that Lukas and my father has in common, other than the fact that they are the only significant men in my life, it's that they both know how to please and spoil me which is not an easy task.
There's so much tension between Lukas and I that not even the diamond studs he bought me can improve my mood. It feels like he's apologizing and not actually spoiling me and it's only making things more strained between us.
"Don't you like them?" Lukas asks, finally breaking the awkward silence between us in his car.
"Of course I like them. I love everything you get me." It's always top brand and it's costs him a lot of money. After
Do u still luv mi??I sent the message forty-five minutes ago and it was marked read a few minutes after I sent it but it has yet to be answered.It's been a week since Nicholas broke up with me and I haven't heard a word from him. His silent treatment is starting to worry me because it's so unlike him.Nicholas and I have broken up multiple times in the past and during all those times he's never been able to stay away from me. His jealousy and possessiveness wouldn't let him and I liked that. I liked knowing that his feelings for me were so strong that he couldn't stay away from me no matter how mad he was.But this time is different, he hasn't reached out to me, not even to fight, and I fear it's because he doesn't have feelings for me anymore. The thought that Nicholas has suddenly stopped loving me is driving me crazy.I know it sounds a little dramatic but Nichol
The best thing about having amazing friends is that everytime you are with them you forget about the negative things that keep you up at night, like clinical depression and anxiety.But sometimes not even your closest friends can keep you away from that dark hole of anxiety, especially if you can't always be with them and worst of all, you can't find your coping mechanism.I have been looking everywhere for my journal, I literally turned my bedroom upside down and I'm frantically going through my locker and still nothing.I woke up feeling anxious and had this overwhelming need to write about it but I couldn't find my journal and now I feel like I'm losing my mind.Where is it, where could I have left it? Oh my God did I lose my journal, the book with all my private thoughts and very personal and intimate poems?Oh no, what if someone found out and read it? The though
Perfect. If I had to pick my mother's favourite word it would be perfect. She uses it in all her interviews especially when she's talking about her perfect husband, perfect family and of course, her perfect daughter.I suppose everything is perfect for her, but only on paper because her daughter has far too many inner demons to be her 'perfect' little angel.Here I am, Ashley Parker, the daughter of an award winning journalist and respected district attorney, on the floor of the school toilet with my fingers in my mouth as I try to force myself to throw up every last bit of food I unfortunately had to swallow at my mother's dinner party last night.It's not an easy task but I'm motivated enough to go through with it and besides, I have done this so many times I'm practically a pro.After I'm done, I get off the floor and start to make my way to the sinks so I can clean myself up.
There's a special place in hell for people who let their best friend's dad unknowingly flirt with them and I think that's where I am right now.I don't regret punching the smug look off of Camila's stupid face. I don't regret the black eye I gave her. Given what she did to my best friend, she deserved it. What I regret, however, is not thinking this through. Yeah, punching Camila on school premises was not a good idea and now I'm paying for it."So Miss Monroe," the principal starts. "Is there anything you would like to say to Miss Sinclair?"I look over at 'Miss Sinclair' who's sitting next to me in the principal's office. Oh I have a lot to say to say to her but I'm not sure Principal Koleman will appreciate any of those things.Giving her my best fake smile, I decide to say the nicest thing I can ever say to her. "Makeup should help cover up that black eye.""You would know."
I don't believe in superheroes or guardian angels. I learnt from a very young age that believing there's someone out there looking out for you will get you nothing but disappointment as life will walk all over you nomatter what you believe in.But I trust my father one hundred percent and if I was a believer I would call him my guardian angel but it probably wouldn't be accurate, because my father is a ruthless tyrant.Unlike most parents, my father has never let me down, he's never lied to me and he readily gives me what I ask for. And that's what I'm counting on in this moment as I enter his home office."Father," I say as I walk further into his office.My dad looks up from his laptop, his face seemingly emotionless but I know better. "Mckayla.""I need to talk to you." I get straight to the point."Can't it wait?""I'm afraid it
The best thing about mine and Nicholas's relationship is that when we are good we are really good. I mean, he will pick up to and from school, hold my hand as we walk the school hallways and even let me sit on his lap in the cafeteria. And right now things between us are fucking perfect. Yep, Nicholas and I are backing together, for the hundredth time.If I'm going to be honest I didn't think he would come back to me after our last break up. Contrary to popular belief, our relationship isn't a joke whereby we break up just to make up. We are actually pretty serious about each other. We stray, yes, but we love each other and everytime we break up it actually hurts because I'm never sure if it's final or not.Now some judgemental people like Mckayla Hamilton will call our relationship a rollercoaster of toxic emotions and they maybe right, but it's ours and it works for us, kinda."Mackenzie?" My boyfriend brea
Today started out as a good day, very good in fact I would say I was genuinely in good spirits.So how did I get here, how did I go from on top of the world happy to lying on my bathroom floor crying, and wondering how to quickly and painlessly kill myself?Well let's start from the beginning, shall we. I woke up in a relatively good mood today. Recently I have been in a good place. My friends have been really good to me and it's been fun and somewhat normal hanging out with them. Aside from my little panic attack and losing my journal, everything has been perfect.But I can't give all the credit to my friends. They are great, yes, but he's on another level. Mr Zukov, my guidance counselor slash English teacher has been amazing on a whole another level. A big part of why I have been in a really good place recently has to do with him. He's the best kind of therapy, everytime I think about our sessions or him coming
There are times when I get so high that I feel like a completely different person. And I'm not just talking regular people kind of different, but I feel like Spiderman or Superman and when it's really good, Kristen is right up there with me, being my Gwen Stacy. I wish that feeling would last forever but nothing that good ever lasts for a long time, much less forever.And unfortunately I can't be high all the time, especially at home because my parents would definitely notice and all hell would break loose."No cellphones at the dinner table." My mother curtly reminds me."I'm just texting Max real quick." I lie because telling the truth would mean admitting that I'm actually ogling Kristen's Instagram pictures. Damn, I really wish Max had posted more pictures on Kristen's account but for the one will do. She looks so cute I just have to screenshot it."Well I don't care what you are doing." My mothe